Tag: ramble

The bang in my head

I am no Michelangelo but I saw the angel trapped inside the rock. I felt his thoughts, so material, pulling me away from my own while he was there, tapping his surreal fingers and waitingContinue reading

My kind (part two)

“Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people.”* … Since ever, you’re expecting them patiently, but for too long you won’t know who they are or what they do in their spareContinue reading

My fear (part one)

I will let Bowie do the honors: Your country’s new, your friends are new Your house and even your eyes are new Your maid is new and your accent, too But your fear is asContinue reading

Personal window shopper

We’ll take long walks on Calea Victoriei checking out every window. From lingerie to pralines and guitars, we shall know all our options. You have to tell me what you’re desperately craving  for, so IContinue reading

Baby, we got the cheap seats

Baby, it’s snowing in Cairo. We got the cheap seats. People are so obsessed with good deeds that Grinch may need a PR campaign. We got the cheap seats. Some claws took our beloved goldContinue reading