bombride

The world is a crossing, so I cross, I am human, in an amusement park of a blessed life, screaming the joyride of doom, serving us with rigid shelter, acquired illusions and a concept of understanding, centrifugating in an acid brain washing machine, manufactured use...

goodbye

“Today we have to divorce.” “Yes, unfortunately, I have to leave you pregnant.” Laughing both of us, but me for sure with a smile of sorrow in my corner of my mouth. Jose runned 101 marathon, all around the world, for about 20 years. And still...