Absurd Chaos

Ground control to Major Tom Ground control to Major Tom It's time we all reach out, Major  for something new that means you, too Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing you can do,  Something's ain't right Something's bugging you, Major Tom,  you were broken  before the sky would open. But Major, There's a crack in everything and that's how she got in. And you want to travel with her, Major and you want to travel blind. She took the grey skies out of your way turned a bright spark into a flame. Now,  you're floating in the most peculiar way, the stars start to look different, under the purple rain. Hallelujah, Hallelujuah you start to fade you even forget her name Hallelujah, Hallelujah and everything went wrong still Suzanne kept your song. Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom?     this is a tribute to David Bowie, Prince, Leon...

Hey girl lots of changes ahead like you need to be warned? you think you finally came back to a permanent (for now) land you feel safe and secure after an awful year full of death and loss and changes they're still going to happen two more deaths and three more changes they will break you traumatise you give you depression and severe anxiety but please remind me in five years to live in the moment I already loved, it wasn't too scary I already lost, I'm still recovering I've lived the worst day of your life you should have been there! I needed your know-it-all ass to tell me it's okay to remind me that it's not my fault but that's just a fantasy because I know how guilty you are now even before it happens. remember that thing that haunted us for 10 years? remember those bad dreams and longful memories? we should have done something about them, didn't we? did we fail? did i fail? but what is failure? I don't know. to many...

we were not meant to go there. today, Sarah and I, were suppsosed to go to Toledo ! We were going there for the day with minimal budget (ie that would only cover food costs) and we ( I ) got something wrong, we went to the train station thinking we could use our transportation cards and go to Toledo for free, when in reality it was the BUS that was for free which was in another part of the city. It was already late and raining. But the museum had a free entrance. So YAY MUSEUM!  we also bought a selfie stick especifically for the trip that never happened and we couldn´t just waste it! Solana    

S he was walking down the woods Hair on fire and dress made from cement  Bloody feet and dirty hands Midnight blue eyes reflecting the moons Sunkissed skin with sun rays for veins Chapped lips and a slit tongue  Zoe was her name  Thanatos was her lover…

All hail the new drug!  It's going to make an artist out of you! All hail the new drug!  You're going to feel brand new!  All hail the new drug!  You'll finally be able to paint generic  remakes of Van Gogh and Frida Kahlo!  You'll feel alive ‘cause you're just so dead inside Aren't you?!  Your aches and pains and frustrations  Come from a very deep place in your traumatised  Nonexistent existentialist soul.  You're so liberal, political, inspirational, nihilist and existential. A product of filtered words and ideas. Filtered images and slow paced films. Non filtered music. And the same old paintings.  You're a star. You're a whore. You're a saint. You're a pig. You are everything. But still nothing. So relatable. So real. A carbon copy of a jaded idea.  All hail the new drug!  Maybe this one will really kill you!  But we all hail the drug,  The old, the banned ...

Fight and fright and flight  All at once  Life never gives you  A second route  Hold it proudly  Your three-pronged fork 

Shedding my heart like an old skin Shedding my skin like fallen leaves Ends are more beautiful than beginings There are more possibilities with Ends Beginnings are boring Limited with their fleeting excitement of longful Predictability Destruction is free Falling from the high arches of safety Of reality Of sanity

As I sit in my Madrid room pondering; flashes of my favourite part of Cairo fly by in my visual memory, I see the squares that have heard my shouts, the same squares that I have cleaned, holding a pitiful trash bag in one hand and gathering rubbish with the other gloved one. The same squares and streets that I have grown so accustomed to seeing them at Midnight with my father when I was young, that I couldn't walk the same streets twice in the daylight without losing my ways three times, at least. Me and my (ever changing) friends have seen lots of thing on those streets- done lots of things, I've seen a man screaming with a bleeding gash laying on the street once while surrounded by ragged men, he was stabbed. And it's not like I'm special, ask anyone who lives there, they've seen worse than me, probably lived through worse than me, if they truly grew up in those streets. But it's the city's centre, and if you're in your late teens and start of your ...

Blue is not a sad colour.  I was surfing through interior design ideas on Pinterest (my morning routine) and found this beautiful Pin, or whatever you want to call it.  Source: Pinterest The post basically predicts these colours to be the trend this year, and isn't that beautiful? Blue is not a sad colour. Blue is the colour of the sky. Blue is the colour of the night and the morning. So let's stop romanticising sadness and start appreciating the colour Blue. Chechouen, a blue town in Morocco. Source:Pinterest Photo by Charlie Lee Potter of Eggs On The Roof. source: Pinterest

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ode to my subconscious : I always remember my dreams. My subconscious is a well of pure imagination and I appreciate it being a constant and reliable source of inspiration. The following is a dream I had last night.  Calle Montera, Madrid 1922. Source: Pinterest So, I found myself walking in Calle Montera in Madrid, Spain with my cousins; they were visiting from Egypt and I was determined to show them around and also show them how I live and stop having to pretend or "soften myself and blur my personality around the edges" for them.  Ergo I took them to a fictional café from a distant memory, it was night-time but the lights the small café were emitting were so strong it was almost day-time. We each took a seat in the terrace and me and one of my cousins, let's call her Mia, started collecting the orders; we went to the counter to order and I almost bit back mentioning that this was a very famous bar for cocktails and that it's not your typical café, ...

And Egypt keeps losing. They did it again! I don’t know how or when (I actually know; it’s by using facetious logic) but the Egyptian System strikes again. And boy did it strike . Let’s recap; shall we? It’s 22nd of February, 5:30 here in Madrid and these are Egypt’s updates so far: A Policeman shot a tuk-tuk driver in the historic neighborhood of El Darb El Ahmar .             the victim's family talking about what happened. (in Arabic)    2. A four year old, amongst over 100 others , was sentenced to life in prison for murder. He was two at the time of the murders.   Yes, plural.       3. 7 Policemen, who were part of a manifestation for Policemen's rights, were detained right before going on a talk-show talking about said manifestation. Policemen are not happy.     4. Ahmed Nagi, an Egyptian novelist, was detained. Reasons: Chapter Five of his novel Estekhdam el Hay...

// so this is a quick rant; expect grammar mistakes and incoherent sentences // New York Daily News / Getty I’m sure lots of people online have already heard about the hashtag #FreeKesha; for those of you who are not aware of the hashtag basically Kesha was sexually assaulted (and allegedly raped ) by someone in her label called Dr Luke; Dr Luke is a record producer in Sony , her record company. Kesha tried to nullify her contract (as she is obliged to produce six more albums with him) but the judge ruled against her and as of today; 21st of February, 2016, Kesha Rose Sebert is still under contract to release six albums with her assaulter. The court ruling was based on lack of evidence. Now that was a very brief update; for more info you are very welcome to Google the issue and read for yourself the court ruling and all of that. Okay so as a Law student; I understand what it means for someone to be contractually obliged to certain and specific terms and not be able to nul...

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november, december, january and fabruary, the months roll by, sunsets and sunshines each day similar to its predecessor the only difference is these prison bars they're getting wider the iron is rusting and the air is vile there's no ceiling or ground but i make no move to get up forever mesmerised by that sad ...face behind the bars

Heads sway On a dead dragon's tail Pelicans soar Above the Red Sea Into the sky Vultures are heard From afar Heads of Kings Sway On their dead dragons tail

Soiled bodies on Earth Covered with mud and love Lips the colour of dead roses Curled purple toes Last breath steams And the coldness evaporates

Could someone make a up country where artists are to roam freely? A country where you have money for food and drink and endulging in luxury, but, where you only write in the odd chance your writer's block finds something better to do. A county where you set your alarm at noon and never sleep at night because you only fall sleep when you have totally exhausted your physical and/or mental energy, or not, but it's okay. Mornings are prosaic, anyway. A country where book lists are more important than shopping lists, but you can afford both; the government covers that. Matter of fact, the government came to the conclusion that forests should prevail the country's landscape to make up for all the book-printing, thus, it was deemed necessary of citizens of the Untitled Country to live in forests (make no mistake that this country is governed by a communist regime; this notion is a segway for what I'm about to say next. Merely written to annoy those who could be annoyed and o...

She was walking down the woods Hair on fire and dress made from cement  Bloody feet and dirty hands Midnight blue eyes reflecting the moons Sunkissed skin with sun rays for veins Chapped lips and a slit tongue  Zoe was her name  Thanatos was her lover…

Grace I  [31st of May, 2014] Grace the dead the spirits that fled the wounds that bled and the lovers   who never met. Grace II  [1st of June, 2014]   Grace the human sanity the everlasting insanity the dead leaves and forgotten trees the human jungle and the animal kingdom a falling king and a resented Queen. Grace III  [2nd of June, 2014] Grace the purple skin  blood south and north windswept sand grains  trapped in the snow the palm trees are skyward  but most bend at the knee Freedom comes when  fear goes Grace the Fear Grace IV    [3rd of June, 2014] Grace the dented lips  and frosted tongues of a human race      long gone shadows still creep in    ...