We spend most of our life searching, trying to fill the void we are born with. The original sin of the separation of our conscious and unconscious minds. We enter the labyrinth of the million corners, lanes, and fake lights. Just some sugar to get us going until our next ‘discovery’. To no avail. Why wouldn’t we just stop…? We need certainty to have a meagre feeling of control over our lives. To have the illusion of predictability. We need knowledge to control the world, to command it to our wi

I’m a Creep I’m a weirdo What the hell am I doin’ here I don’t belong here Radiohead, Creep For many years I felt like this, in a life that now seems a million years ago, as if I were someone else back then. I felt different from ‘the others’, I wouldn’t fit. I reached the conclusion that I had been born in the wrong planet or at least at the wrong time, by at least 200 years. But we’re all different, so I’m not so special. Our uniqueness is the result of biological processes that promote dive

Am I to die, then? – asked the ego. I, the ego, the intelligent mind who carried myself around, walking the unfulfilled path. Am I the only source of suffering? I can see my own spiral thoughts. The categorisation of the classification… Every thought is analysed, conceptualised, labelled and stored. And that is who I am. I, the ego, am a warehouse of learnt and classified thoughts and experiences. There is no way out of me for me. I am trapped in my own structure. When transcendence comes, if it

A few years ago, I decided to write a letter to my younger self, the child I was. I explained the difficulties he would face, encouraged him, gave advice… as if I actually had something to teach. Then, one day, with a very vivid image in my mind that I will remember for life, I…

New version of Benjamin Koll's song "Shine" featuring Malleous, to possibly be retitled "Shine (The Game Is On)"

A few years ago, I decided to write a letter to my younger self, the child I was. I explained the difficulties he would face, encouraged him, gave advice… as if I actually had something to teach. Then, one day, with a very vivid image in my mind that I will remember for life, I…

The Blue Shepherd, A Play in both English and Spanish, has been adapted for the stage from an original film script by the author, Susana Gross. The story and main characters have been maintained. John, a reclusive shepherd is forced to leave his land and humble life due to a mysterious illness. On his desperate journey to find a cure, he picks up two unsuspecting partners who help him discover what he was really searching for.

The Blue Shepherd, A Play in both English and Spanish, has been adapted for the stage from an original film script by the author, Susana Gross. The story and main characters have been maintained. John, a reclusive shepherd is forced to leave his land and humble life due to a mysterious illness. On his desperate journey to find a cure, he picks up two unsuspecting partners who help him discover what he was really searching for.

The theatrical script, The Blue Shepherd is an adaptation of the original film script. The essence of the story and the three main characters remain. John, a reclusive shepherd, is forced to leave his land and his humble life due to a mysterious illness. On his desperate journey to find a cure, he picks up two unsuspecting partners who help him discover what he was really searching for.

Sometimes we fantasise how it would feel to live in a world full of elves, trolls, fairies, giants, hobbits, unicorns and, of course, dragons. We see ourselves drifting towards that realm of fantasy, which we idealise as a much better world than our own. More suited for our spirit. But if we had been living…

I love routine because it makes me feel safe. Life should be in order, so that I can predict what is going to happen at any time. Yet, an admonitory voice inside warned me: “Stop presuming you know what life should be like, just not to be in fear.” Fear of the unknown, I guessed.…

Prompted by this excellent post by Andrew (thank you!), I read Virginia Woolf’s The Waves. The book navigates a succession of inner thoughts, feelings, states of mind in six disparate characters described with empathic but also stark accuracy, sometimes using mental images that may seem unrelated to a situation, but which provide such a precise…

We spend our lives asking ourselves who we are while, at the same time, we try to become someone else through every single action that moves us from here to there, as if ‘there’ were any different from ‘here’. Asking myself who I am used to lead me to a brick wall that seemed to…

There was a moment a few years ago when I stopped defending from the world. When I understood my aim was not to look for a more appropriate place, different from this one, but to fuse myself with this world to which I belong. To be one with it, accepting life as a permanently changing…

(Spoiler alert: do not continue reading if you plan to read the book) In my youth, after reading Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf, Demian and Siddhartha, which I loved, I enthusiastically started The Glass Bead Game. I found it incredibly slow and boring. I made two new attempts later, still boring. After re-reading those three books again…

I have a mug on my desk with blue stars on it. Each star occupies an empty blank space in the shape of a star. Some blank spaces lack their star. I had this silly feeling that those spots had not yet found their match. But then I saw them for what they really are:…

I’m a CreepI’m a weirdoWhat the hell am I doin’ hereI don’t belong here Radiohead, Creep For many years I felt like this, in a life that now seems a million years ago, as if I were someone else back then. I felt different from ‘the others’, I wouldn’t fit. I reached the conclusion that…

Almost final demo and revised lyrics of "Tracks Of Love"

We spend most of our life searching, trying to fill the void we are born with. The original sin of the separation of our conscious and unconscious minds. We enter the labyrinth of the million corners, lanes, and fake lights. Just some sugar to get us going until our next ‘discovery’. To no avail. Why…

In the old days we didn’t have so much information at hand. It was easier to have an opinion that was not necessarily supported by facts. It was the opinion we wanted to have, or rather the one we needed to have at the time.  Now, with everything there is to know in our cell…