London and my fours years living in it

I have now celebrated fours years since I moved to London and I don't know how to feel towards this anniversary. Let be completely transparent and honest. My mood isn't exactly celebratory. Lately and special this year, my state of mind swings from melancholy to complete apathy. I've found myself at times not understanding what … Continue reading London and my fours years living in it →

The presumptuous illusion of possessing Time

From time to time I get very anxious about the passage of time. It's not hard for me getting in a state of tremendous anxiety. I simply start thinking about all these places I want to go, the books I want to read, the knowledge I want at least to have a grasp of. My … Continue reading The presumptuous illusion of possessing Time →

S U N S E T s

This might be a very random topic to start with. The sunset, why would anybody speak of something than can only be seen in order to be felt? Something that we take for granted it's going to happen every day, not exactly at the same time, but still, it will take place. I am sure … Continue reading S U N S E T s →

The Palpitations before the Earthquake

A chapter is about to be closed. Usually, the writer feels accomplishment when finishing a chapter, by giving a deep breath, knowing that there is something that he can leave behind. However, a few moments later, the weight of the expectations for the beginning of the next chapter awakes him as if it was the … Continue reading The Palpitations before the Earthquake →

The Dream Ripper – a Tale on Depression

Once upon a time there was a Dream Ripper. It wasn't a man or a woman. He had no shape, no color, no smell. People couldn't see it; they don't even suspect of its existence. However, he used to crumble inside their heads, using its talent to distort reality and make them forget their passions, their ambitions, their … Continue reading The Dream Ripper – a Tale on Depression →