An exile for a book

Our national football team won a game yesterday. Or they did not? Doesn’t really matter. Time has passed in a strange way the last few days. I can feel the minute splits into seconds, seconds into parts and parts to nothing. I don’t even know […]

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Wine for a coffee buff

A phone is ringing somewhere. Someone is crying bitterly. Unfortunate news, probably. I’m used to bizarre dreams, those that do not take any interpretation or meaning. I remember the time I saw that I swallowed myself, then vomited it bitterly, it came out a child […]

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The closet

I sit in a small, modest room with one window. Most likely the room has not been opened for a while. The dust on the wooden wardrobe beside me screams in my face, and the smell of the Naphthalene eeks from every inch of the […]

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The nightmare

Do not wait for the nightmare to end. It’s the truth, it’s not a dream, you can just die.. I feel like a fish when I am sad, my skin scales and the melted wind shakes it in the water, I walk around with popeyed […]

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Harmonica

One year ago, I didn’t have a quarter of the wishes I have at this moment, this surprising development wasn’t the result of a sudden increase of my level of ambition, and it certainly wasn’t my birthday so I could blow away my wishes recklessly […]

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Variations on the scale of Nahawand

It was one of the beautiful spring days… Not really, and I don’t know the weather in which this text sets. I also spite every language teacher who clapped for me before such an introduction. I have always enjoyed weekends, those days I spent for […]

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A night in Jaramara – Part 2

After another round of beating me up, they threw me in the trunk of the car, where the luggage usually goes; they threw the tired me just like they would throw a bag of garbage, so I slowly fell like a sheet falls down in […]

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It’s snowing now.. – Part 2

In March of every year, I die. I die so I could be reborn in April soft and sticky, so that I could miss the age of roses, the breaches of larvae, and the invasion of all the silk. In march I bid a kingdom […]

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War as a marginal detail

Today passes with the same routine since I was born, only the faces add something new that I can mention; before, I was a child that passersby looked at wondering what species was this creature. I am the same person today, with more baldness, and […]

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