Nine of

Wet London

A Day in the Life

At 6:40 I awake. Then I get up and go to the kitchen. Every day I eat two yogurts and two black coffees as breakfast. I like reading during thirty minutes before taking a shower. I dress up and go down to the garage. I drive from my house to the place in which I work, or something.

What I never do is thinking. If so, I am sure that I would leave all this ridiculous way of life.

Every day I escape through the pages of books and I give thanks to poets because of their words of possibility and freedom.

I am sorry, I have to go to work,... bye

Sun, I need you

Ice München (Munich), Germany,

Only three hours before taking my next flight. Time for a small walk around the train Central Station (Hauptbahnhof). I  took the following photographies. 

In the middle of the shopping street you can find this small streel stall for buying some fruit.

Rosenheim, Germany

Night arrival by train on snow. Dark streets with ice and snow. People are cold, Are people cold? There is a strange niceness, an ice niceness on their faces.  Their expressions are smiling. Bavaria hides a sin.
All of us know its penitence.
No one is guilty if they were chosen by hell to come into the world.
Their music sounds strident and heartless for me but it appears to be cheerful for them. This music, music?, is the background of a rigid dancing, no rithm. I appear to see millions of dead people watching this grotesque ceremony.