following where the roads lead, new
insoles in my shoes and a jar of
nescafe, sweet and dark and
warmer than the sand
in the early morning,
leisurely easing
into the day.
now the sky is closed, and it is only the ocean’s
dark serenade that fills the air…


my brother has a child.
a beautiful boy with gleaming eyes and a
devilish smile, teasing you to run after him because
hell, one direction is just as good as the another and
both of them present something new.


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