A Blog of an Ordinary Man

When the gaze touches the dark canopy and the ears pick up the whispers of a drizzle, you wonder: Is it raining to protect us or to reveal the secret? ... I say, to reassure you: Rain is a dragon of olden times roaming the forest of the world to keep us ablaze ... two little spiders hiding in the dark ... the wet ground is absorbing the heat of their bodies ... the heat of their madness, the heat of their beauty, the FIRE of their postponed sadness ... and when those big eyes... blink you will remember the last light before the universes has gone to pieces ... the worlds will explode and new stars will be born ... you will learn that the peacefulness of the intimate breath was a trap ... you will learn that there was something peacefully yawning between the eyes when they were getting ready to sleep you will learn that the face will interact with the ingredients of earth, mix with the broken twigs, be one with the fallen ashes and the black remains of a murdered soil .. you will listen to the inaudible sound of the invisible insects as they bury their eternal sorrowness under the black roots ... the pulse will ascend every day like sap from the good earth and turn into dark clouds ... you will learn how to keep on dreaming you are the forest ...a foliage of uncertainties lying unconscious on the shore of life as a lonely whale ... waiting for the moment of peace ... no one knows which one is the boat or the sea... and who will drown first... but the whale might wish before going into oblivion for a whiff of water to nourish something ... a seed left under a stiff bench watching the retreating lights of a departing ship during lifeless nights. See more

When you are in the middle of the tunnel and realize you are stuck, don't panic! Keep crawling until you meet your light.

The lonely boat that leaves at God's cold and wet dawn, cannot always catch fish or bring home any precious sea treasures. No kind wave comes along to safely bring it back to the shore and let it happily disintegrates into the sands of life. The breath is on hold. The world is on hold until there is a sound change of the tide. Therefore, you have to float even if you cannot swim!

A rugged mountain of pain and many confusions standing face to face with too many smooth mountains of colorful balloons. What will happen when the rough wind puts the balloons in touch with the sadly sharpened edges?

In the world of fantasy, when your delusions make you think you could starve a hen and then throw it a grain of rice, thinking the hen would rush to pick the grain up, and when the hen doesn't rush to pick the grain of rice up, you should realize that you were dealing not with a hen but with a falcon, a lord of the skies! Not all angels can fly!

The fairy tale of the bohemian intellectual goat and the little happy monkeys Once upon a time, though it still happens every now and then, there lived a goat that loved books and adventures. That brilliant goat was intellectual because she ate many books and had many adventures. She liked the taste of paper, especially when it came marinated with spicy and exotic inks from many different parts of the world, black, white, red, yellow, green and blue inks. The intellectual goa...Continue reading