Call yourself: God …! You sleep most of the time. When awake, you last for minutes and then die.
You lie still like a Serpent. Then you crawl around slithering all the way and then you seize your prey.
More than anything on this earth: I value my name being written in the book of life. Write it boldly and with capital fonts. Oh God, make it a pleasant writing.
Borges is my all time favorite writer. In a dream I saw him writing a book. To my surprise: the pen was a claw and all the letters in the book were fangs. In the dream, Borges was gently squeezing my neck with his claws.
An old man in my village passed away. All his sons and daughters in the US came to attend the funeral. In the obituary column: they put their credentials and their residence: thus we have: Sarah Seattle, Johnny Texas: Ruben California. I smiled in comic irony.