Category Archives: Dead Poets Society

Today began the Summer for me. Since the morning to the sunset, grey clouds opened to the sun, then they went away. I’ll be hidden underground until I can feel again the rain drops in my face, in October.

Today I went at the sunset under the rail bridge over the Eume river. I was very tired. I had some hard, bitter days, and I needed to walk by the promenade. I sat down on the river side, and … Continue reading →

“More in my face Than is my taste I grow so weary I’ll surrender To what they say Let them lead the way Till’ I can no longer remember My darling dreams Prewritten scenes Whatever felt my own So to … Continue reading →

“You say you’ll give me A highway with no one on it Treasure just to look upon it All the riches in the night You say you’ll give me Eyes in a moon of blindness A river in a time … Continue reading →

Nobody reminds, but some decades ago, Carlos Pumares, an Spanish movie reviewer, was scriptwriter. He wrote the script for a movie “El extraño amor de los vampiros” (Strange love of vampires). That movie ended with a suicidal (for love) vampire. … Continue reading →

Every summer I work in a little gest house that my family has in my hometown. It’s an interesting chance to meet with many people. Sometimes, you talk with somebody, but you forget them some days or months later. Sometimes … Continue reading →

Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous … Continue reading →

Tear off the headphones tumbling on my ears Walk on Seeing cars go by my side Smealing woman fragances Sparkling the rain on my head Yesterday I got asleep as human just got awake bionic