life.test.1

few years                                 or

many weeks                            or

a thousand days                       you choose. I couldn’t. didn’t want to.

since I first

                                                           left.

running away from

                        her

                                   myself

looking for someone

                        then

                                   something

                                               then

                                                           nothing

                                                                       but myself

anything remained

                        not even

                                               a dream

 

party.

            drugs.

                                   sex.

                                               and so what?

                                                                                  did nothing

                                                                                  saw much

memories to burn.

                                   god long faded away.

                                   as did i.

enjoyed war.

                        boredom.

                                               tried the system.

                                                                                  hatred.

changedauni.                                                                                                                                                     sucks.

                                                           settle down.

                                                                                  lies.

                                                                                                          to myself.

maple leaf to hell. die in socialist remaints. die in the line. die in the air strike. nothing but death. all around. just behind the smile. Recall Kerouac.

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Tinc 22 anys, i sóc allò que en diríem un periodista frustrat. Potser no he tingut sort, potser no hi he insistit prou o, segurament, no serveixo. Intento suplir-ho fent de traductor, o com a mínim això diu una de les llicenciatures que tot just acabo. A part d’a Barcelona, he tingut la sort de viure a la Rep. Txeca, a Israel/Palestina i, actualment, a Toronto, al Canadà. I de viatjar a una trentena de països.
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