Wednesday 25 December 2013

Come on

Come on

 come on

 let’s have fun

 come on
 come the sky the sea
Skysea undermined

Thursday 19 December 2013


Sometimes she gathers leaves, put them in a bag and let them stew. She calls them self-portraits.



Sunday 17 November 2013



She walks bothered by blue. She had said her goodbyes, it is not the time for wandering ghost. To ensure herself she plunges into the afternoon soaked in birds and whispers.


Tuesday 22 October 2013

At the age

At the age of twenty six, I was long dead. I had retreated home. I carted off Granny to Uncle C. She was at the late stage of arterioscleroses, and I could not countenance keeping an eye on her. I still hated her. She was not safe in my hands. I used to hover over her face chanting you gonna die, you gonna die and I don't care. After a while I got bored and decided to start small fires underneath the sofa. Other times I would smash the funereal vases that she collected for her late husband's tomb, my beloved yet unknown grand father rip

If they try to punish me for my misdemeanours, I'll just disappeared into the mirror




Tuesday 15 October 2013



She loves water: whenever it rains, she sits at the window. She says it is her homage to an imaginary woman from same tale or another. She refuses to elaborate. Nimble, covered with droplets, she smiles. Nothing really matters, she sings over and over again.


Thursday 3 October 2013

Wednesday 25 September 2013


She has a small room in the centre. The rent is cheap; they have stopped collecting rubbish years ago. It is her very own Himalaya. She collects red.

Sunday 22 September 2013

Mountain (for Isabel)

The last time she saw her, she was wearing her dirty old ballerina shoes, the hippie skirt and a sad smile. There was something growing inside, she said, and it was not a child. She had just finished drawing one million lines. She counted them one by one. It took a thousand days to complete.

In her world everything was measured, weighed, thought. She dwelled in clarity and purpose.



Monday 16 September 2013


We always tried to do the right thing for the family. The young always want to rebel, we let them do it for a couple of years. After that, we need to ensure they are pliable and ready to comply.

We let them read and write a bit. They play, get fed and learn the ropes. Once a week they are instructed in what to expect. We do not hide anything. We do not believe in lies. They have been especially selected for endurance, and stamina. No client of ours has ever been disappointed.