The old man and the donkey
Another day’s routine would begin with clockwork precision. Continue reading The old man and the donkey
Another day’s routine would begin with clockwork precision. Continue reading The old man and the donkey
The wheel, an icon for ascent and the seventh heaven itself,
and the horizon, which is limitless, stoically portray the essence of life. Continue reading une journée mémorable
Cardboard boxes with cute little vials
with liquids of various colours
will be cooled to keep their charm and prominence. Continue reading Our lab cleaning week
Eventually the thick veil of culture
simply dissolves… Continue reading En ensam liv
I have seen the hardwood that once belonged to
Magnificent tall trees of my bosom,…
Cut open,
To make dead furniture… Continue reading Eu sou a terra do Brasil

The mass exodus of cold air from the North,
Replaced the otherwise warm air in June,
Sending everyone to search for room heaters and woolens,
Yet the multitude of trees in praça do coco remained stoic and calm. Continue reading “Incident characteristic of a genteel evening”

Perhaps you have been in Brazil (or in this world) for a few days,
few months or even few years, as of now;
and unbeknownst to you, at times, thou shalt have experienced
a strange force that encased you, making you choke and cry out aloud.
That force is none other than nostalgia, measuring some Zetta Newtons. Continue reading “um convite”
CEN.PK: Hi Petruska, did you hear what happened in Copenhagen ? Something terribly deplorable has taken place in Osterbro, where Vijay lived for two years from 2003 to 2005.
PE-2: I am really sorry to hear that Seine. I remember Vijay could not sleep well last week, as the question of identity was bothering him the whole night. I took a peek at his thought system and all I could find was this one recurring thought:
‘Why do human beings strongly associate with something and would go to any extent to nourish it’ ?