Monthly Archives: November 2017


As time goes by, history books get thicker and richer, but humanity on average remains quite set in its old habits.


Streams of water
Given time
Cut through rocks
Just like knives


I died in September
While boarding a train
This life now’s no different
I must be insane



You can do things alone but to do great things you need help.



Not everything that feels good, is good for you. In fact some of them kill you.

But then there are those who will ask if death is a thing to be distanced from. Why run away from the inevitable?

Is this life not a prison?

I don’t know.