Pencil, pen, where and when

Brewed coffee in a lot, jazz playing on the background and nobody around to interupt, a cozy feeling that could trigger a beginning. The start of that story, with the following paragraphs deciphering the mystery that was left luring until that time.

An ideal atmosphere, don’t you think? As it should be, since writers need that space to explore their inner thoughts and fantasies. Many of them might work in the night or luring those early mornings when most of us are still sleeping, if not yawning. Others prefer the presence of human beings around them, their company along with those coffee noises.

But personally, I can’t survive in the silence neither in coffee shops. I have found myself writing while I’m in the bus, talking by the sea or among people being in a hurry. Images that come and go as I am on the move, could be proved to be the perfect piece for each story puzzle I want to talk about.

You may be at work, going back home, fooling around with friends in a cafe, while you are reading those sentences. Take a look around you. Can you see those fella over the window, the other one in a state of almost sleep, somebody else playing with their mobile phone? Each one has a story inside that we can also imagine. Those pictures are my daily doses of inspiration. And all I need is to move my footsteps out to the world.

Let the desk in my home be the last place for writing, only for final editing and only when the weather doesn’t favour me.

So, which is your favourite place to write?
And what would you like me to write about next?



Believe me when I’m saying…

I’m stuck. My mind doesn’t work as I wanted to be and I feel that I have lost my way. Plans about getting that job in the future seems unreachable. How, when, should I, can I, would I…. questions , simple as that, wander inside my head.

I’m stuck, I told you. At first, I thought it was easy, to do this and that, and follow the rules. The rules. But life does not go with the flow, cooperate with your present to fulfill each one’s dreams. It’s funny saying this when you reach your mid 20s and you feel like your time has been wasted to things, once important but nowdays seem more than meaningless to you.

One day I wanted to make my own bucket list, like traveling there, doing this, completing that certain level in my life. I grabbed my computed for my own comfort and wrote down what I would like to do by the end of that year, how I believe my life should or may roll on until I got 30. To be honest, I have almost forgot where I have saved that document, so I decided to revise my expectancies once more, before applying it to the time – shelve.

I’m stuck but I still have faith and I wonder. That one day, I would be reading those words without despair about who am I and where I am going. Ah and also, I would have published my own book. Yes, one with a proper title and my name on it. And if I could be better in English, you may come across it one day.


Make a wish and throw your cares to the wind

What triggers what we want, what we long for, what we desire?

Will it come with the light of a morning sun, a moment of irrisistable fun, or possibly with a smile?

My first wish  when I was a child was to play all time around, later I’ve seen that, except it was impossible, more things might bring me joy. I learnt to read, to draw, to write and once I was seven years old I decided that I might fulfill the same wish I keep replying until today, to write a damn book, good enough to make me proud and hopefully the ones that could read it.

But I learnt the hard way that what you Desire, even it is human, thing, or non material, would not be yours without action. Because action will lead you to that success you dreamed once in a while, but your daily routine,inner thoughts and abscence of motivation keep you off the track.

What’s more to come (or else New year, New me stuff)

Did you count backwards the end of this year until the midnight and the 1st second of 2017? Did you remember to kiss each one of your family members, your closest friends, your partner (if you are lucky enough)?

And now that this New Year has come, would you start planning for that great trip you always wish to go but something (not so problematic) might change your thoughts? The gym, yes, that one down the corner of your street that seems pretty nice for that start into transforming that mumble chuble body of yours! What keeps you from starting?

Yeah I know, that girl you constantly have on your mind and you may never talk to her because you always hope but never bet? Guess what, nobody know what’s coming next (well, except of me, I mentioned you the consequences but you seemed stubborn so… That’s life!).

Chase and catch flights, buses, trains and not people! You can avoid the loneliness, but nobody learns anything without stay for a while in solitude, to get that feel of independence over themselves. And the time will come that you will appreciate the value of friendship and love.

Be responsible and acceptable with your past. What you have made the year before that can be counted as a mistake, probably it is time to avoid it, don’t you think? Do not just stand in front of that shinny mirror of your room, staring at your image and hoping that things might change. Do that damn thing you always wish for!

You can get lost with how many common New Year’s thoughts for that ego -me changing that devour us each passing 360 days you can find. But I would probably stick with mine since that’s what you came up for in here, right?


I, the boy in mind,the man on the image, intend to read more by this year, in order to absorb more information about the world around me and the other universes that may inside the writers’ heads. But nothing could come without letting the pen (or the keyboard) write freely those late nights when images and fantasies could invade the inside of my mine easily.

New posts might not come easily and on time this period. Duty calls and free time might be less (for sure, less in from of a computer I guess). But, as aformentioned in previous posts, life is full of surprises. That post might be my constant reminder throughout this year.

So, what are you up to this year? Is that change on the calendar the first step for a better self? And the most important resolution: stop lying to yourself and do those lifestyle changes! Because, it’s never too late for these!




It’s time

“What will you like me to bring to you?” he asked Marianne while his eyes were gazing the view from the hill.

She puffed and blew before her answer as those words were their final goodbye.

“Only you, safe, that’s what matters” replied with a low voice.

They could see from above the boat approaching the harbor with the old crew ready to offer their places to the new blood. Kohen was one of them, still in the spring of his youth that decided to give up the life on the stable surface for the liquid element that has taken many to its arms: sea.

“Do that for me” said as he stood up “close your eyes and sing the song I was playing in the streets of Amsterdam when we first met. Remember it, right?”

She placed her palms on her face whilst her lips were whispering “… it’s time that we began to laugh and cry…” and Kohen disappeared walking down the pathway of the hill.

I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where we write a short story between 100 and 150 words (plus 25 words sometimes) in length. The photo above for the prompt was provided by Footy and Foodie.