Monthly Archives: March 2014

Mañana parto hacia Madrid. Ya he estado ahí varias veces. 5 o 6. Pero después de Roma no hay comparación. Madrid tendrá sus bares y sus noches que nunca se acaban pero Roma respira Historia. Sea lo de cada quién … Continue reading →

I found Carlo’s diary. Or he left it on purpose on the divan. Which is suspicious of sorts. He is going on a long vacation which gives me ample time to peruse at will the secret midnight notes as he … Continue reading →

TS Eliot said “April is the cruelest month” 1922 & August Strindberg said “Av alla í¥rstider í¤r ví¥ren erkí¤nt den mest obehagliga” 1877. Hmm. Loosely translated it means that «of all the seasons, Spring is acknowledged to be the most … Continue reading →

Carlos siempre ha dicho de que no se queja pero no hay que dejar de notar que en lo que concierne relaciones humanas en este país le ha ido de lo jodido. No tiene amigos de los cuales presumir y … Continue reading →

I went out for a run today. I’m into doing long distances but I got scared today. I was caught in the march weather and I knew exactly like clockwork where I was going to meet the weather. So I … Continue reading →

Ever notice the age of destiny seems like a by gone era? There’s no one to blame for your lot No mysticism behind your feelings the warning system off Everyday as routine and regular as the other one So if … Continue reading →

During a run I noticed that the city park workers had done maintenance in our little lake called Ingsbergssjí¶n I often misspell its name. This day full of sun offered interesting aspects Like how some thin sheets of ice lingered … Continue reading →