The world.

Look at the widow, tell me what you see. You probably see the same things that you have been seeing for years. You see anxiety, stress and people who are terrified from time. I loved time, I have always had it as a way to free myself. Like the times the sunlight endured my heavy…

Third world

We tell our girls to be free, but not from society. We raise them to be ambitious, but not too much. We say we believe in their power in a house made of four walls. We ask them to follow their dreams then call them bad mothers. We tell them your bodies are temples when…

I wish.

I wish people enjoy poetry as much as hypocrisy. I wish they created art rather than wars. I wish hey discuss atoms, aliens, sex, science, music instead of rating each other by ethnicity, religion and nationality. I wish they had a twisted mind who speak with emotion and kindness, not with hate and blindness.  …

“I as a human being”

I took pride in my solitude, that provoked myself, sadness and desesperation. I gave away my…

Sea lion

Southern sea lion Happy whiskers always smiling Freedom near an ocean     Poem: haiku (a very short form of Japanese poetry, made up of 17 syllables). Image: myself at Cabo Polonio on the Atlantic Ocean. The Spanish text means “Culture of freedom”. By Luca Arnaldo Read more texts by this author