The Genesis

it´s not that I don´t believe that God created the universe. I just think before that Cocorosie created God.

The Paris complex

what you gave me was a reason. not an excuse. because there’s sex, making love and fucking. and then there’s you.

The way life goes

you were a dream. then a reality. now a memory.

The headline is missing like my head and her white lines

I thought of you as everything I have had but could not keep. I think of you.

The three faces

Even as I climb into bed, a little part of me thinks, maybe you'll be right outside my door and this was all just a joke; you didn't forget about me you were just buying time to surprise me. It's the same little part of me that clears a path from the door to my bed in case you come in after I've fallen asleep, so you don't trip over my puzzle.

And there's another little part of me that hesitates to admit this because I feel like you might see it and think I am weak for it.