Thursday, June 23, 2016


I was walking the other evening with a brick embedded in the sternum. Like Ugo Cornia.

Walking and walking and trying to restore all the streets that have now fallen in some awkward place and in the middle of this nowhere there were five strollers to give, and a kid's bag.

Leftovers of the finishing schoolyear proclaiming the beginning of the summer.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

I never had sparrows in my head

In catalan we say that someone has the head full of sparrows
when in english people would say that someone has bats in the belfry.
I don't know what they say in german.

Whatever they say, flying creatures never did nest on my head.
Instead, I used to wear a scorpion between my curls.

Monday, June 6, 2016


I met a Glückspilz that was crying rough diamonds without consolation