Mother left us when I was nine years old. The first morning of her absence, father acted like nothing happened. He gathered all three of us in his office, together with my little brother Joshua, and my sister Lizy, and he gave us his speech with a strict military devotion and a cold expression that made his face seem like…
Author: Philip Baker
The Village
Houses bubbling down from the heaths,growing like plasticine that feedsout of a soil that bows. Their kitchens stifled,under the gigantic metal forks,and the royal tables that lay covered,under the white sheets. Walls cannot withstand their timid fabric,they turn to fluid,splash into the ground.Like overflown pots, they expandtill they reach an outcast friend,a long forgotten sea. Molds that know no sculptor,their…
The First’s Night Passage
Pink lights fuse the wall, with a trembling color,like scared flames that have lost their vigor.Faint and bleached,they rotate the palette with a swift move,towards the last stage of the rainbow. The room soft and comfy, like a pillow out of sheer steal,it welcomes you with a broken smileupon the deceit’s joyful deal,bypassing terror with indifferenceand fear with a tilted…
The Cinema
Eyes fixed,glazed over a twisted glasscircles of void that spin in perpetual motion,tripping under the spiral of a magician’s wand,as he lures them towards a frail rope-bridge. The steps muddy and weak,they guide with a diffused promiseto a place where gravity is a dream,and trees translucent, talking to each otheras they gesture shapes of infinite. In this place, people are…
The Apple Orchard
Chapter 1 «Honey, Why don’t you go pick up your stuff.» My mother’s voice comes gentle and soft as she is tapping the back-side of my thin, crusty hair. «We are going to visit your Grandpas. Would you like that?» She grins a big smile as I can feel her breath on my ear. In my hand there lies a…
Prophecy – II
Golden dust swirls around usin a smothering force that sways on its way,our clothes, bloated, seek a different story to tell,surrendered under the whims of the wind.They hypnotize with a swinging pendulum,as they call,to yield our secrets to the moment’s lure.In this place, there is no clap or fine,no shame or win to front your will,only a proud eagle that…
The Night’s Artists
Trembling feet, like buzzing chords,holding a balloon from shifting away.They make their way in the stone walkway,bending sideways with their clumsy grip,and slipping in the greasy surface,as they make their clanking sound. This is the ground of your thousand falls,the secret mother of your pride,the nurturing defeat,that guides the blown stature,and fills the days with a poignant grin. Through the…
Prophecy – I
A long series of untamed bodies,float around,like lost soldiers of an unknown mission.Solid rocks of ragged texture, coarse and curvy,plummeting around like bagged fruits,that have no ability to touch or see. An unknown figure shapes across me,it feels cold and distant in its familiar shell,eyes swelled in overdrawing caves,skin rigid and colorless like dusty stones,that have been carved and glued…
A Divergent Road – I
Have you ever noticed,the ostracized veins in the ground?Pumping blood under the delicate layer,of a dry leaf, Glorious jabs, injected deep down below our feet,shattering the ground as they pile its yieldsin mountains, and fume them up into the air. Yellow pearls that shine like trembling candles in the open air.A belittled gift, dumped in a garbage can,unseen and forgotten…
The Prophesy
Enormous dark-grey rocks are floating around us, swirling purposelessly in an infinite, lost journey. For most of the trip, this is the only thing you meet, apart from the occasional light-generation planet that appears on our horizon. The ship is traveling at the speed of 200.000 miles per hour but you would think its floating in space, like the rest…