Boiling Point

Please see:

São Paulo- Life Stopped, Stopped Life

Pardon Me

Sugar Cane Train

Killing My Reflection

As I sat by the river with my feet dangling in the water, I saw my own reflection.

It winked at me.

I hadn´t moved a muscle yet my reflection winked at me.

Then it started to say something to me. I saw my reflection’s mouth move.

A soggy unnatural voice came from the bottom of this particularly slow moving body of water.

It was telling me the names of people I wanted to kill.

It was saying names of people I didn´t even know I disliked, until the moment they were uttered.

I knew I had to do something. I thought for about one second and I grabbed a handful of rocks.

The only victim of my murderous rage that day was my own reflection.

Over and over again.