To Misfeel

Misfeel, misfeeling, misfelt. I don’t think that word exists, but it should since it’s actually feasible to misfeel some things, some moments, some persons, sometimes. To misfeel is to understad wrongly some feelings yet these are actually true. Never mind … Continue reading


A couple of days ago, I was watching this TV programme about Finland and I realised that even though I don’t know any Finnish my mind understood better what women spoke than what men said. I mean, I realised that … Continue reading

The Air Bell

I frequently come back to this place at home, this corner where I quickly have a cigarette while the very conscious side of my brain scans for my thoughts going through vague ideas linked to reality and dreams and… Everything … Continue reading


I have often scanned my being mentally in order to explain better myself to me. I seem to be partilally shattered, poorly fixed here and there, so that it’s feasible to keep safe this whole piece I inhabit. Some seams … Continue reading


They want to buy my love They want to pay with silence. This love still looks for some surface to bounce off. Slippery silence.


I’m trying to work this out again. The thing is that I’m slightly busy for one more week. Be right back.

Note to Other Self

Yesterday, I read this little thought I found brilliant yet so simple… Even though I’m not into managing my life attending to others’ quotes I just loved this one: If you are depressed you are living in the past. If … Continue reading