I am flying to the sun and I am wondering about the cold life I leave behind. - Are we damned to always run in this never ending wheel? - Why, the nights I like to drink the most, are the empty ones? Why, the most depressing mornings are the ones coming from yesterday's parties … Continue reading Miracles.

In Mokum at nights.

I hit the streets wondering, my heart 100 kg  black stone in my chest starving to hear the call... where is the call? did someone hear it? did someone saw it? I want to stop people in the street, maybe they know, right? Maybe they know where my call has been all this time. ''Sir, … Continue reading In Mokum at nights.