Oh, No, ‘Tis The Season!

I keep finding absolutely everything too much of a bore to write it down. I mean, there was a flying sausage terrorizing us, which later turned out to be a chipmunk; there was the fascinating series of romanced lucid dreams that visited me during the past weeks; there was the wet peregrination in the rain […]

I Bow No Haircuts.

I Bow No Haircuts.

I dread haircuts. I try to never get them. Once in a while, though, I forget why, and, as if possessed by sudden madness, I surrender to the scissors. I wanted the sightliest of trims. I even brought a picture. The only available lady seemed impatient, yet she wanted to cut my hair. I accepted […]

A Toad in a Hole.

A Toad in a Hole.

See, this gentleman here was found in a hole. He managed to dodge a shovel digging in a small garden, because the whole thing is to be removed and paved with stones. I captured it, and asked for ransom. I wanted his toadstone, but it was a family heirloom. I gave him a plastic half […]

Call The Midwife and a Pool of Tears.

Call The Midwife and a Pool of Tears.

I have been watching the BBC’s Call The Midwife, and crying every time. It is a terrible sight, to see how a 23-year-old young man can crumble under the crushing weight of something so densely emotional. I wasn’t even that fond of babies. I always considered them too snotty. Neither I thought I would grow […]

Overtaken

Where else would a Gingerbread Man live but here? More of Whole Cake Island. Sentient things and edible buildings? I saw it and bought instantly. You see, I have the secret whim of visiting Japan alone, in the future. If I know Japanese I may be able to roam about aimless and eat sweets. Maybe […]

Talking to The Rocks. 

Today I remembered I have a blog. I had to check twice to make sure I didn’t have some pot plant dying somewhere, or had run out of meat for the vultures. I took my camera, and rations for three days, then I went outside to find some rocks to talk to. I like rocks […]

The Advent of Some Sugar.

The Advent of Some Sugar.

Greenery shies, out my window, but I dance. I’m happy, I don’t know why, and I find surprising that two good songs in my streaming service are called ‘Sugar.’ I fear that, instead of complex emotions, I have only the two sides of a coin. An uncooperative, rumbling, gloomy frown gives way to a brimming, sugary, […]

The Battle With Dust.

The Battle With Dust.

Dust had been accumulating, not on my desk but around it, and when rays of light fell in the room, I could see clouds of dancing particles waiting to settle down again. There was a thickness to the air, and when songs were sang, I would cough. One old, asthmatic vacuum machine wasn’t enough, and it would tired […]

On procrastination and The Thief of Time.

I can think of a thousand things to do instead of what I should, but in the end I would feel better if I did it. I am a loafer, I know. I have been working almost 12 hours a day for a week, so I don’t mind work, but for the things I care […]

A word about the words in Spanish.

Words have roots, many times profound and twisted, and when put together in making a language, they bring about a particular way to see the world. Words and the ideas they contain, are different from heart to heart, and what comes to one’s mind in the thinking of a word, is only true to ours. […]