I left my soul at an expansive place, concealed in the thick-red blood that spilled forth from my nose one early morning and unto the white frothy snow strewn over the rich brown earth. Summer days are also beautiful, especially when monsoon rains mix this same earth with lavendar; a mixture that affects the most…

He escrito un poema prosaico, inspirado en ti. Pudo haber sido un capitulo de la historia que es mi vida. Claro que sí. Pero prefiero conservarte en mi, intoxicarme con este recuerdo. El poema: En tus ojos la huella de mi imperfección.

The media informs us that the racism against Muslims in Europe — both native and foreign — lies in their being Muslim. However I refuse to set any store by this superficial diagnosis. The real reason is racial: Europeans do not dark skinned people. It is a coincidence that most of them happen to be…

The site will probably go offline and with it, yet again, a part of my life will be forever lost. Why? I haven’t paid my hosting nor have I the money to do so. But this site shall return once I have the money. Hopefully by then I’ll have something to say — something unique.…