Food for Thought Category

Anna

In: Food for Thought, Matters of a Beating Heart

Spent the evening (and the night) re-reading Anna Karenina. I wonder: is there a novel more pessimistic than this?
There I am thinking for a while and none other comes in my mind.
So powerful, so desperate …

Surprisingly, you did not talk. I wonder what refuge there may be in a non-word. I even asked the butterfly flying discreetly in the sunny garden. Someone - I do not remember who - said (or wrote) that the flight of the butterfly is like applauding with one hand alone. Curious definition, seemingly incomprehensible, even […]

I miss the excitement at work. It’s been two weeks now, two weeks of continuous work….with my brain mostly, LOL. So I’m going to work tomorrow and it’s going to be…well…let me just say that I will probably be very tired at the end of the day. But hey…
I just realized today, once more, that […]

I was having lunch with my brother the other day and, as we were waiting for the food to come, bro’ hears Hotel California at the radio and asks: “sis… what the heck are this songs’ lyrics about?” I’m like…”Dude, I only know the chorus, I’ll have to see the entire stuff to […]

(un)safe

In: Food for Thought, Matters of a Beating Heart

I got out of my crystal house today
outside was muddy
but I’d rather have that than walking alone
inside a crystal house
constantly afraid
of not breaking anything

Another master assignment. This time, the topic covers the issue of Communication as a Process of Influence. Since it has a lot to do with my dissertation paper as well, here’s a short excerpt of what I am going to do. Oh, God….speaking of dissertation paper, I have to finish it in one month, so…my […]

I, at night, don’t dream.
I remember absolutely nothing. nothing. nada.
but
when I open my eyes in the morning
I’m still imprisoned inside the foggy cage of a dream without dreams

Perhaps God

In: Food for Thought, Matters of a Beating Heart

perhaps God
is the hand
of a child
carrying me
gently

 
perhaps Heaven
is an impalpable tiny piece
of paper
with a hole out of which
winged demons spring if
something
does not happen

Today I reviewed my concept of infinity.
I did it for a small piece of garden, which faces the lake, and also for the long shadow of the linden trees running fast on the field.
Yesterday I witnessed the birth of the X galaxy, everything was done well. The stars had blue eyes.
But this is not why […]

… because ultimately what happens is good, I am alone on my own at least. The friends, buddies, him… they are only ghosts of the past. Entities that used to gravitate around my universe.
But how comes these days nothing ever seems to collide? Generally speaking. As if we encountered ourselves all this time without having […]