Category Archives: Miguel

Fuse BD

Posted on 02/07/2016 by writingbrussels

I have just been thrown out of this club because I tried to hit Tintin in the face. He is such a smartarse. Always looking sly with his freshly washed face. He would surely be drinking a Diet Red Bull … Continue reading →

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writingwriting_2

Posted on 03/04/2016 by writingbrussels

  Words are like…flowers. They will take your breath away, shut down your windpipe, sting you, burn you, dim your eyesight, scare you, exhaust you and finally terminate you. Too close. Watch them from a distance to sense their scent. Full of … Continue reading →

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writingwriting_1

Posted on 26/02/2016 by writingbrussels

Words are like…children. Inhibit them and you will never know what they might have grown up to. When words stand there –playing- not sure about their power, smiling to themselves, they look so imperfect, yet so divine. Later they mature … Continue reading →

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Urban Library Imaginations – Oscar

Posted on 01/01/2016 by writingbrussels

January 2nd Oh my Gosh! Isn’t that exciting? Exhilarating! My lord is setting me free from his rank library, in which he indulges in the tedious pages of his electronic nonsense books without even looking at us. He is setting … Continue reading →

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Urban Library Imaginations – Laura

Posted on 20/11/2015 by writingbrussels

When Laura put up the ad on the urban library wall at Boulevard Anspach, she used her best drawing, or what she thought would be the best taken one: a pensative face of a woman, eyes halfclosed, the mouth about … Continue reading →

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