What I think about Magic

I wanted to set my memories down on paper, where I can hold them. You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by the silver filaments of …

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A Pianist’s Story

Life is collection of moments. The idea is to have as many good ones as you can, so It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Making love to his tonic and gin He says, "Son can you play me a memory I'm not …

A Different kind of… Theory of Everything

Life is hectic. We are prone to live with what it brings, but most of the time we are bound to finding ways of controlling it, venturing on understanding the big and the small encounters we meet along. People like knowing the answers behind everything. Hence, you won't mind me undergoing my new idealist thoughts of …

The Irony of being a Writer

The Writer exists in two worlds: the world he’s creating and the world in which he wears the same shirt a lot. The Writer successfully holds each world responsible for his failings in the other, a Ping-Ponging of accountability that frees him to wake up around elevenish. The Writer feels uneasy referring to himself as …

Aujourd’hui

Aujourd'hui je fais, j'en ai eu trop marre de parler Aujourd'hui j'essaie de croire que demain sera parfait Sur la ligne, à vos marques, feu partez Le temps passe vite donc faut pas trop tarder Aujourd'hui je fais, j'en ai eu trop marre de parler Aujourd'hui j'essaie de croire que demain sera parfait Sur la …

I’ll get Drunk

You see... When you don't have stories to tell, and you are not a story to tell, no one gets interested in you. you live on the sidelines of every moment, which in a good way gives you time to analyze and see things better, but at the end of the day, you are no …

My World is You: Bloom

In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through, Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, And you fill my head with you Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can't get out Can …

Paper Houses

THE STORY OF NOW: THE WORLD OF NOW! Okay so I’m kind always the topic, but I chose not to today. I’ve been talking to myself as much as it is weird, figuring the idioms that we are driven by these times, more specifically what went wrong with us. Practically, life to us has changed, …

A London gallery!

So Last week i traveled to London with a special friend Coley, we had these great shots of some beautiful places in the city, unbelievable how we pulled it off actually but i wanted to show you lads what we did, so here's a couple photos from England! And finally the Author Patrick

I’ll tell my Crush

I’ll tell you you are beautiful because that’s all in my mind right now, I’ll tell you my feelings because I wasted a lot of time and I’ve had enough, You’ve been nothing but true, stunning and intimidating, I’ve seen you smile all the time, I’ve touched that light soft skin once, I’ve witnessed your …