Placebo blasting in my earbuds, I listen to the lyrics of “Battle for the Sun”, and I drift. I let my mind wander into the cobwebs of my past, my eyes staring at a dot on the ceiling. I will battle for the sun And I won’t stop until I’m done You are getting in…
I have been walled for too long in a world of silence, where my words stayed shut behind the door to my soul. I pushed them away as if forgetting about them might make them disappear, but they remained, looming, swelling in my wounds like a putrefied disease. I smelt the rotting flesh but ignored…
I press my mum and dad home telephone number on my Blackberry and wait to hear a dial tone. I let it ring three times, then hang up. Shortly thereafter, my phone starts vibrating, a multitude of colors flashing on my screen. My mum’s calling me back. We have been using that system for years…
I like to let my mind wander when I hit a wall. They call that writer’s block. I don’t really feel like I’m blocked in any way. On the opposite, my brain is hyper active and it gets difficult sometimes to exactly know which direction I want to take with my story. Writing a novel…
I wake up, and my first reaction is to grab my Blackberry to check how many emails and tweet posts I received overnight. I’m a technology freak, a virtual junkie who quickly loved my phone is if it was my lifeline. What’s ironic about it is that I use it more like a computer, not…
I had a great exchange today with one of my new Tweeps. One post on his blog triggered my interest. “MSP… Do you have it?” was the title of it. MSP stands for “My Sensory Perception”. It was fascinating to read how somebody I don’t even know can feel and think the same way I do.…
A comment from a fellow Tweep triggered in me the need to talk about the opening monologue in the first volume of the Manicheans. Time. I wrote this monologue without knowing I would write a entire series dedicated to the world of pain, my world of pain, The Manicheans. It was a little over a year…
My head was always full of dreams, since I can remember. I grew wanting out of the country where I was born because I felt different, and just never really belonged there in the first place. The language, the culture, all the traditions and the customs were never mine. I just did not like it…
I was listening to “Angels” by the matchless Robbie Williams this morning on my commute. I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate and do they know the places where we go when we´re grey and old ´cos I´ve been told that salvation lets their wings unfold so when I’m lying in my…
She gifted me with her presence. She sometimes gets mad when I don’t take care of her as she deserves, but she always forgives my lack of attention when she realizes she still is the first in my thoughts. Yesterday, I gave a tribute to her, a piece that will last as long as I…
The Manicheans 