Author Archives: MN
It
What gives life, kills. What kills, creates. Sometimes it is just one word. Other times it is just a whisper. Now, I just do not know.
again
invent. just invent. accept it. there are no balloons. half. just half.
Freedom
Have to die to be born. Died yesterday. Freedom starts today. Freedom! Again. We started here on a deserted beach of sand, water and waves with the sounds of incomprehension.
I was lulled to sleep. I woke up in the stupor of discontent. I left no stone unturned. I turned them all. I lost god and all the other chimeras. I disappeared and no longer exist.
Discomfort
At first, whenever I get here, it feels like home and it feels like hell. I close my eyes and imagine what surrounds me; above all I feel alone, betrayed and let down. I close my eyes again and I start drawing. It is time to build a new house.
It was time to throw old ballast overboard. It is done. It is starting to be a ritual,it happens again and again. I recall Loreley and all her seduction, and how very often this old sailor falls for all of her even older charms. It is good to draw a line on the sand, and it is good to cross that imaginary line that I erroneously believed to never be able to cross. I crossed the line. It is done. I look onto the bay, it is night; the day just began.
Ambition
The universe does not yield to anybody’s will. Focus on ambition. Each day sing a song and do a prayer to ambition. Learn grace. Get drenched in the rain, and immersed in the universe. Action and ambition. That is it. Rituals.
Confession
You will find the expected satisfaction in your work, and you will find time to engage in the autonomous activity that you like to engage in. I am not following the exhibitionism on the news or the media, but I also do not manage to isolate myself from it. When I emerge from my autistic world and scan the headlines, bump into a piece of news about that part of the world where you might find yourself now, send you an occasional link, it is just to say that I remember you. For my part, I know that I was more than unfair with you. I am, on most of my good days, unfair.
