• Prose,  Written literature | Author's writings

    You look beautifully lost

    You look beautifully lost, with headphones in your ears and hands in your pockets, so nothing disturbs you. Restless hair, eyes closed as you look at the world, the one in you, the one forbidden to the one outside. Without a smartphone that certainly won’t make you smarter, the mute off on the phone, you don’t want any distractions. You…

  • Poetry,  Written literature | Author's writings

    Split up before and after our impulses

    In desperation, we lie, we deceive sensibilities, we’re losing fairly, bluffing only with the existence in the darkness that surrounds us, as if it swallows us with the eyes with a scalpel which hangs on the lower eyelids. The space between us could be one room, one continent, which yawns, split up before and after our impulses to fill the…

  • Poetry,  Written literature | Author's writings

    What’s (not) possible

    Your love, too, has become foreign language for me that I like to listen to, but I don’t understand it. Of your favorite music, which was at dusty closet, I remember how you could barely find those records, a replacement for the peace you sought. I barely found you crossing dusty roads and encountering unexpected turns. Previously, fights had brought…

  • Poetry,  Written literature | Author's writings

    Have you come for work or pleasure?

    Have you come for work or pleasure? It’s always the first for you, your job to swallow the men and spit them out. Satisfaction comes after, it’s in you, it feeds you and boosts your ego. And you wouldn’t choose any other way. I trembled to knock on your door, random kisses, intentional laughs and the random hotel sex that…

  • Poetry,  Written literature | Author's writings

    The violin

    This time I managed to read her thoughts, with slight finger movements I held her in my hands. “Play upon me… until your fingers bleed” I know her very well, I know her weak points; there are four, pure Quinta. I’m her luthier, I know her best. I grabbed her by the neck, I met her with my left hand…