Biography
I am a diletant, someone who has never truly comitent to any subject. I am also a Bachelor in Philosophy and a student of English language and culture. I do love reading as I do writing. As everyone else, I wish I have more time to spend in those matters but, you know, we can't have what we really want. (giggles) I've been writing since I was in high school, you can find two of my self published books in Bubok, however, they are both in Spanish. Not much to say, I've been living abroad and meet new people is something I've always like it. It is as you were discovering a new world, but in the words and experiences of other. Well, that a short brief of me.
Samples
A Sparrow and I Sitting on a bench, time passes by Half asleep in a park, I dream I die. I inhale a short piece of death. Present of someone I didn't meth. A sparrow comes by, he think less of me. It bends to its beak, on a seed laying free. I am nothing to it, just a statue or a tree. It goes as it comes, the sparrow feels free. I stare and await, Time still over there. Not much else have to do, when you life has an end. Loneliness is companion, emptiness my state which I salute every day, from a green wooden bench. Thoughts of me, of you, of every one I knew. Feelings of don't, what couldn't be, but it won't. Regrets, painful sadness blinds my eye. Smoke from nothing but a hot ash on my thumb. I expected more, as you do, I saw you, you turn your face around. No shame in be a man, as I do, but it is, if you nothing do to about. We all think and hope for greatness, even if we know they are emptiness. Shadow times for shaded people, I see many, they are helpless. Be of them, you'll feel free, not for much, a pocket fill. I assure you, you'll forget me, when you feet, keep you hopping. That what I, went to suffer, it would never come to you. But remember, my good nothing, as I am, so do you. Cause there's something, no regrets, when you'll know, you'll be next. And for you, and for me, here, in my wooden bench. It will always be a good sparrow, free to show us, we are death.
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Blog entries by AhLlopis
Solitude (30/12/2016)
Poetry VI (24/12/2016)
They come from far (13/12/2016)
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