Thursday, February 26, 2015


I dream a lot when I sleep. Always, every night.
I think I dream about the lifes I lived before this one.

we were lying in bed again and you told me that you decided to go to the war for five years
-what war I don't know, but it was a real war, I mean you were going to kill people and you would probably also die-
What a stupid change of plans

I woke up crying
I guess I had a great love once, that was killed in a war. 
Maybe in ancient China, perhaps in I World War

And still when I am awake I daydream all the time
but whatever I daydream, I never remember it
I wonder if daydreams are about our future lifes

Sunday, February 22, 2015

anar i venir

torna i marxa i torna a marxar
i en un miratge breu
divisa entre la boira
un home llop que s'allunya dels monstres

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Tuesday, February 3, 2015


he came out from the deepest waters of the Spree and took an old rusted building as a shell
near the Tiergarten S-Bahn