The Mist

Halloween movie night
The Mist

from a Stephen King novel.

#Halloween #StephenKing

fotos de TVs en Autlán

Late night
sleep won't come
well, fine!
Looking at these old pictures I took
back in 2007, yes, México,
and yes, mi Autlán,
where I spent my childhood summers
my mom's hometown.
Can't to go back and photograph.
Not the TVs but the Mexican land...
Autlán, Autlán...

las televisiones rotas de Autlán

Mini-componentes T.V. Servicio

3 minutes of every night tea

i am sure there are much more interesting ways
to spend 3 minutes online
but if you want to share with me
a very simple kitchen moment
please look at my 3 minutes of nothingness

just some tea
a candle
another late night
the coffee beans
& 3 minutes less of your life
3 minutes that you immerse in mine

writing the unintelligent way

the movie, twosome, as dual duality dual
all day all days
music beat tap, freeway noise the back
back louder than front
complexity in numbers
we humans create
we all have to calculate

a radio station and a freeway
those are numbers anyway
the non-traceable human soul
numbers again
bodies without a backwash or a simple mathematical outline
88.3 jazz station raison d'être, the redemption
163 the freeway, taking you closer to frustration

can’t stand up from this chair
a motionless body
out of madness and hope
sky-scraping soul one minute
stumpy the next
them tint all with a color of perplexity
oomph then sulk then up and down again & again

communion of the downfall with a smile of cooperativeness
perplex of its own thing
the movie of this morning 7.30 am then
“the more you drive, the less intelligent you are”
-was it radiohead’s or repo-man?

a smile and a grrrr just because…
also while thinking of not writing felt so bad
what would i do without writing?
Even if it is this non-understandable ravage
nobody would these things or movies or nothing understand
so thankful i found the friends to at least try…

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last night, i left my wallet
at a grocery store
at the parking lot in the shopping cart
got a phone call from the store
somebody returned it
all was intact inside
my $3 in cash
and my 70 € my mom gave me
i was a lucky woman
and a thankful one
since there is still a lot of honest people
around
i hope you find them on your walking path
thankful this little note i write

walking alone at night

Do coincidences really exist?
Are they predestined events, or just simply déjà vu?
Or are they little tricks our minds play on us?

Sky about to Storm
Normal Heights - San Diego, California
film iso 400 - camera nikkormat

The walking solution
Is good for any occasion

I remember tonight
That anytime
Nothing like a walk
A night walk

Low flood of the night
Lights outside
The sound of distant cars
passing by

The half moon
And soft smell of houses
From the inside
Outside
Late night
Around

I walk
Alone, yet
The remembrance of you
Nearby…

Tonight an empty chair
and a late cloud