Félix Saparelli

(about me)

a.k.a. passcod

Tag: 300-shorts


One summer morning

Feb 8 ‘17 — Breathing the fresh air / in the middle of light rain / and the smell of wet fog / I resolve to go walk up again / and visit the mountain, my friend.…

Finally, I knew

Jan 23 ‘17 — I hope, for your sake, that he forgives me. It was many moons before I understood this seeming contradiction. But it was too late; he was gone, and I was alas forever forsaken.…

Mountain

Jan 3 ‘17 — My mountain is Knowledge. When the ship of my early childhood approached the land of life, knowledge is what I saw and what I started seeking. My journey began on the coast, where I learned to walk, and then I looked up, and saw all that I…

Tree

Nov 13 ‘16 — Are you, are you / Coming up with me / They say they will be / They say up, will we be / Brave enough, brave to follow / To leave, to flee, to go / If we split, to leave me / To mine and only / Fate.…

Unlit

Oct 14 ‘16 — “You shouldn’t be driving.” / “I haven’t had a drink.” / “You know what I mean.” / “Yeah.” I drove on, Sani besides me. / Stopped at the lights, fumbled with my phone, trying to put music on. / Light turns green. /

Regulus

Aug 16 ‘16 — We lived forever, and would live forever. / So we had concluded. We didn’t know, of course, because none can predict the future. But we had attempted everything, and still, we lived. We had watched, in the meantime, people come and go,…

Self

Jun 6 ‘16 — Selflove, selfhate, selfwhatever / I am a professional selfhater / I do, every day, my regulation 24 hours / And some more, for my own pleasures / Every day, a little more, without fail. Selflove, selfhate, what does it…

The Road to Hell

Oct 12 ‘15 — We are walking on the road to hell / we are walking on the road to hell. We come from the worlds behind us, / we come from the worlds of people, / we come from a thousand paradises. We are walking on the road to…

Hold

Apr 29 ‘15 (Originally written thinking of, and dedicated to, my friend Alice.) Hold steadfast, friend Hold against hordes / against the very wind / rolling off mountain peaks / against the rain / the…

Sorry

Feb 24 ‘15 — I just / wanted It seems hopeless. It seems like the world’s an ugly place. Ever since you told me, ever since I knew, ever since we lived. wanted to / make you / smile Do you remember the beach? The sand, the…

Right over there

Jan 26 ‘15 — I am in the great unknown. Slowly flying away / from nowhere to be seen / to where the wind will carry me. Happy, / I think. There is a bird beside me. It / sings softly, as softly as a bird / can, a…

300 shorts

Jan 25 ‘15 — I aim to write 300 shorts. I am not setting myself a timeline nor a deadline. It could take years, and most probably will take more than one. I simply wish to write 300 shorts, not to write 300 shorts in a set time. The definition…