Unfulfilled love lingers in your heart  for a life time.  It’s like a splinter, an thin invisable but pianful splinter. Touch it and it gets deeper. You can’t remove! So…just wash it off.

Your heart is a ship-wreck. A debris stranded on the shore. Soulless and cold,  hard and still like a rock.

Romantic love, Selfish love, Selfless love, Crazy love, Passionate love, Weak love, Strong love, Weird love, Unrequited love, Irrational love, Dangerous love, Friendly love, Sexual love, Erotic love, Virtuous love, Playful love, Mature love, Happy love, Sad love, Disappointing love, Old-fashion love, Superficial love, Respected love, Simple love, Complicated love, Adventurous love,  Exciting love,  Special… Continue reading They call it Love

Unfulfilled love lingers in your heart for a life time.    It’s like a splinter,  the more you touch it, the deeper it goes. It’s like a splinter, it hurts but you can’t remove, you try to forget then, forget that is there,  forget that it hurts,  that it hurts,  that it hurts,  that it… Continue reading Splinter 

EXISTENCE   Still (t)here Still (t)here Still (t)here Gone   LIVING   An infinite collection of instant memories hooked into one another. Dissolution, Consumption of the time being.  

Grant walked with Martin Jones home, then shook his hand, said goodbye and went to the bus stop. Hours later Martin was sitting in his living room. It was still pouring and cold. The lights were off and the room was empty. Upstairs his wife was fast asleep in their bedroom while Jones was wide… Continue reading Chapter 3 (a thriller)

“Today is going to be a day to remember,” Thomas thought walking towards the train station. It was a hot, sticky summer day and Thomas called Tosh by his friends, had finally been called for an interview for a job at the NATO. He always wanted to work as a space engineer and this one,… Continue reading Damn Ketchup!

While you are on the bus, sipping your rather diluted and bland American Coffee, your attention is taken by a passenger that gets on carrying many plastic bags. The woman in probably her late 40s looks pretty shabby: hair not brushed, bitten nails and quite consumed baggy clothes. She sits in front of you at… Continue reading Existential Considerations

JOHN: mid 30s and close friend of Feliciy. FELICITY: mid 40s. Married. CONRAD: Felicity’s lover. Setting: in a Jacuzzi   JOHN: Are you going to Wales this weekend with the girls? FELICITY: Brighton actually. Conrad asked me to go with him… JOHN: Damn it Felicity! Every time the same story! FELICITY: For God’ sake, John… Continue reading SPA from A-Z

Contr’ora Smell of sea salt, Smell of heat, Smell of dry grass and Oregano.   Swallows chirp, a donkey is braying loudly. Cicadas sing while a fox shelters in the shade of an olive tree.   The sky is flat, It’s white. At contr’ora everything’s still at the eye.   Counting cars My grandfather came… Continue reading