Poetry and poems
We Live the Lives of Other People
The glorious, the powerful, the famous, the renowned!
To be like these is many a person?s ambition, whether they be ordinary people, or the strange ones.
Cursed be the media! It merely wants either to teach us some newfangled nonsense or to rub other people?s fortune in our noses.
They put unto our countenances other people?s supposed happiness; they fill our eyes with it, they fill our ears, all of our senses.
It is not hard to aspire to other people?s happiness when we have none of our own.
The music enthrals me with its waves of sound: their frequency makes my heart echo with happiness.
It flutters with the frequency of happiness, deceived for a moment by its sound.
I am all too easily deceived; I naively accept the illusion of my own happiness.
I listen to this would-be happiness, I watch it: I embrace it for a moment as if it were my own.
For a moment I am happy in another life, as if it were a happiness of my own.
The moment passes at once, (and the happiness is no more) : here I am back into my endless misery1, without a single moment such as that.
That one moment makes the difference; the happiness of living another man?s life lasts at least for a moment.
One moment more than the happiness of my life. /And my happiness not for a single one.
River of Dan
is a science fiction novel that defines homo sapiens deep seated explorer spirit when confronted by a dying sun four and a half billion years from now, recreating the pioneering spirit brought about by the challenging environment they find themselves in and the will to survive. It follows these future earthlings as they finally break the bonds of science that had kept them in their own solar system, allowing travel to distant worlds light years away, seeking for a new home