Il Fait Chaud

I know it sounds lame and cliché, but on a melting hot day like today, when humidity becomes unbearable, nothing is better than sitting in front of the telly, under the breeze of the AC, watching Carrie Bradshaw and the rest of the ladies exchanging nonsense, perfect moments or facts of life, strolling in the city of coolness, showing off their most bizarre yet stylish outfits.

The other best part is when you hear the noise that the water makes while boiling (just like us!) and calls for a hot Earl Gray tea with a tiny bit of milk on top, with a welcoming blueberry After Eight chocolate, dipped in tea in the same floral mug.

After all this bliss, another new episode starts and you realize that you have yet to write more journal entries just before Zzzz comes along.

S

Bruised

The bluish screen burns my eyes,

rapes my skull; the golden wings

rise and stun me not like him, not like

you; like no existence in a fantasized world.

I feel and cling to his red beating heart;

the pearl shaped bullet in the centre of his

spine does not bother, nor wakes me up;

unless it hurts and cringes his deluded mind.

I see the three nude dancers abandoning

the green hills, revolving on the blue tiles,

repeating the same motion as the Coyote Ugly,

copying the ebb and flow, running fast as the Lola girl.

I open my eyes, first the left then the right, and

see the old notes, still resting on the melting floors;

blaming me for my dreams, waiting for someone to

play them right on an honest stage, in a true scene.

I stay in bed, in desperate need of

dark roasted to flush out my

bruised night.

S

Next Door

Beneath the angry sky,
where the seagulls start
to pull out in the gigantic
wind, her fingers steal the
fire and the stars just like
in postcards.

She used to be the girl
next door behind the metal
bars; all she ever craved was
the moon, his inhales, and
the smell of the crayons
all night long.

S

Sunday Poem

Humidity is a killer;

makes the mind sweat

and curl up like the

red-haired little girl’s

ribbon knots and the

tragic guts.

When the bliss is gone,

her hair draws a straight-up

line, and her eyes are

wide shut to the white

feather hats and all the

butterflies.

Her fingers move, her

lips donate him a kiss;

she flies for miles and miles

from an open window or

a closed door; who really

cares anymore?

S

E N G L A N D

For the past two weeks, I have been utterly involved in the world’s most famous cup, which can be as time-consuming and stressful as any major incident in daily life. Sadly, today wasn’t the most pleasant day for me and team England, whom I have supported as any loyal fan could ever have. How fair today’s match between England and Germany was is a completely different story — only history will tell what was right and what was wrong.

A token of the outcome is that the life-consuming bliss of this year’s World Cup is over for me, so I can now fully focus on the creative side of my life, my writing, poetry, et cetera.

Ladies and gents, shit happens, life goes on, and England and their team will always rock in my heart.

S

World Cup 2010 | FIFA My A$$

OK, England lost 4-1 to the Germans. It was one of their biggest defeats of all time. However, I, like many others, am convinced that the psychological impact of an England tie with Germany with the second goal would have changed the whole dynamic of the game.

In the first half, England *should* have drawn 2-2 with Germany, but the bloody f&^%ing referee didn’t see/call the most *obvious* goal (see HERE) and the a-hole German goalkeeper acted totally dumb by not saying anything, even though it was obvious he saw the ball cross the line. Do I think it would have changed the result? Yes, and that’s the answer of not only me but many others who believe in real football.

The whole bliss of this World Cup is over for me… G’luck with your teams, y’all.

S

World Cup 2010 | Vive l’Afrique

Yes, Ghana was much, much bigger than the USA today.

Their football team won against the American “soccer” (!) team and secured their place in the quarter finals at the World Cup 2010; the cup that is making the heart of millions beat faster than ever before.

Congrats to team Ghana and their fans around the world.

S

World Cup 2010 | Let the Lions Roar

My beloved England football team is in the final 16. Oh yes, the lions roared yesterday and after performing much better than their previous match and winning against Slovenia, they finally found their place in the second round. Could they get a better result? The answer is a big yes: at least 3 goals or perhaps more. But hey, for those of you who think their team suck, they totally rock for their fans and are forging forward, so sit back and live with it!

Bring on the Germans!

S