My demons, although quietly dwelling beneath the surface are an equal part of me. Same as light reveals the beautiful features of my face, shadows outline all that is rotten inside. Calm as they may be, they lurk patiently, biding their time, looking for a reason to wake... I've unleashed it. The thing that's going … Continue reading Something wicked comes your way

Immoral, injust Sin and lust Fire of desire Engage, commit, conspire... I see two shades dancing with impunity Two empty bodies, becomming unity With no concern about tomorrow One drop of extacy for an ocean full of sorrow Why should we reason our destiny If the drop is deeper than eternity Why should we deny … Continue reading Tango of the sinners

When I was eleven, I had my first taste of Jamon Serrano. My mother had brought from Spain an entire Jamon which she placed on a special support (soporte jamonero) just like you see in typical Spanish Tapas places. Back then I had a very big appetite for meat, especially red meat. I am also … Continue reading Disgustingly delicious

The biggest fear of a thief is that of being robbed. We don't forgive, we don't forget. We judge others because their wickedness is disimillar to ours... or perhaps indistinguishable. Darring to throw the first rock and then some more. Guesstimating a person's worth based on what we feel, for this is the human condition. … Continue reading The evil of everyone

They say that we travel the world to search for what we need, only to come back home and find it. After a long time away I came to visit what I used to call home. It's the place where I was born and where I grew up. The place that fostered me but which … Continue reading Home

We're not hungry, not that much Sleep for breakfast, sex for lunch Then we roll one on the couch Rainy days typcal Dutch Now, I feel your tender touch, Moving gently on my crotch Then you feel a rising heat As I wrap between your feet Those stains are not mayonaise We get messy when … Continue reading Days of weekends past

I wonder, I wonder... If I were a machine, would I be a good one? Would my performance, design and build quality make me as appealing as your favourite gadget? Probably not. But why do I think so? Is it because I don't live up to my hardware specifications or the user expectations? What is … Continue reading If I were a machine

I reached a crucial moment in my life, a point of no return. With every step I have taken and each choice I have made, I came closer to where I am now. In the middle of nowhere, completely lost, I wonder the desert of my soul while running in circles in the maze o … Continue reading The point of no return

Lejos, más allá de que la mente puede imaginar Había un planeta que dejo de girar El lugar donde el tiempo no se puede escapar Y la luz del sol no se puede acabar, Sin noches, sin soñar Solo día, sin terminar... XVI En este lugar mas extraño vivía un escribo Maldito a estar siempre vivo … Continue reading El escribo