alone, and fine.


every time i visit a cafe
i find myself a corner
in the center
of all attention.

it’s a hard place to claim.

i dress the chair
with my borrowed jacket
and proceed
to secrete away my bodily fluids.

then i chat up the barista
and get my cup
hoping she’d give me free refill
next time and
all the times after that.
it rarely happens
but i do what a man can do.

i find my old jacket
waiting for me
without complaining
that i didn’t get her a cup.

i like that.

and then it’s church time.
that’s how¬†the life
goes by.

alone, in the center
of all attention.

Stories – Day 2 -The monk who sold her mopet


In case you don’t know about the book mentioned, check it out here. It’s pretty good.

I once wanted an escape and recharge myself like the monk who sold his Ferrari and be in nature, detox emotionally and physiologically. And read and blog.
I am in Sweden being the monk who sold her mopet and doing exactly what I wanted. Never give up on dreams but never wish for pain. The world has lot to offer in that field already
God bless!

 

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Under the stars, naked


Thank you for reading my madness.

I never expected
so many of you to read,
it is just madness
after all,
but that’s okay,

we are all a little mad and a bit crazy.

And I’ve always liked the mad ones

– for we are the ones who talk in riddles and smile when we do,
for we know the world makes more sense to us that way –

so, if you’re reading this somewhere in the world,
smiling,
I do hope that one day we meet.

And when we do,
let’s decide that no matter
where we are in the world,

we will find a place to light a fire,
on a beach,
or somewhere in the woods
where you can still see the stars

– and we will get cheap drinks,
the cheaper the better,
and we will play old tunes,
and laugh about the world –

and as the sun comes up
we will run,
naked,

as the stars call us back,
their children,
their mad children coming home.

let’s agree to that
and I hope
to see you soon.

magic


i knew
there was something coming
it had to be
it was
meant to be
i could sense it
so did
everyone sitting around
the open place
charmed by
those beautiful instruments
surrounded
by people from
around the world
living life
on that wonderful
irish land.

or maybe not.

maybe they didn’t
sense that coming
but it was
all over the place
in every motivated breath
you take
in every puff of smoke
that intimidates you
right in your eyes
hits your
tipsy soul
and makes you wonder
what it will be like
when it hits you
nothing like
you’ve been having
since all night now.

maybe nobody imagined
or ever wondered
but i was waiting
among the cheering people
for that exact moment.

and then it came
everything
decided to stood by
glances were exchanged
i felt them
inhaling the deep breath
this was calm
before the storm
and then suddenly
the next moment
it was all
magic.