Tuesday, 31 January 2012

On a present past.

There is a tiny noise in my head
It is coming from a long way

It is dead.

It is a collection of recollections
Bits and pieces of a past
Assembled in one spot in my mind

Bits and pieces of a present past
That have not spend enough time in my brain
To allow for their fermentation
And fragmentation into memories

Shall they become memories,
I would be able to visualize them
Draw pictures of an altered past
That puts on a new dress, in my head

Shall they become memories,
They would become part of me
They would experience the present
And get nostalgic and make me cry

But they are not memories

They are just a noise

A tiny noise

Tomorrow, it will go away

Sunday, 29 January 2012

On feelings...unwanted.

Nothing good will come out of me
Until I am able to throw out
All the feelings I have inside

I want to see them coming out of my mouth
A rainbow of colors
I want to see them splashing on the floor under me
I want to be able to step on them and walk away

I want them to evaporate under the desert’s hot sun
I want them to sink into the sponge-like sand below

I just want them to disappear
With no evidence whatsoever that they even existed

Loneliness does all sorts of things to the brain
Wicked images are normalized
Sick thoughts become only natural

Anything to fill in the hole inside
Just anything could do
Even the sight of a stranger’s smile
Warming up … Seconds before it dies

Loneliness does all sorts of things to the brain

Friday, 27 January 2012

Dismantled reflections_on Mauritania*

On this land
Time has no value
Everything moves slowly
Even the grains of sand
Transported by the wind
From one dune to another

On this land
Dreams are weird
And they get weirder by the day
Dreams of mattresses, empty rooms
And fictitious characters
Coming to life, slowly

On this land
Misery creeps out slowly
To embrace you with its dark shadow
You cannot avoid the vibes of misery
But you can look at it from behind a lens
Everything looks beautiful behind a lens.

Thursday, 19 January 2012

Life happens.

One night you are here
In the middle of it all
The buzz
The night

The night life

The light
The crowds



The excessive flow
Of feelings
Pushing down your throat

One night you are here
In life
In the midst of it

The crowds suffocate you
Life suffocates you
With its excesses and magnitude


And you wonder
Whether it is the ability to breathe
That dictates
A life