Books author - "Que Son"
Nobody knows Shakespeare has reincarnated and is hiding in Brooklyn. For the last five hundred years the English reading world has worshiped Shakespeare as a literary genius; and for centuries, he had been watching the reverence from the vantage point of the bardo. Shakespeare did not go to hell, and did not go to heaven either. What he did was hovering in the no-man's region between heaven and hell, waiting for an opportunity to come back to earth. And forty five years ago, he had his chance:
So here I am, in a zombie outfit, looking at the two sleeping bodies. Who are they? The woman I love and her other boyfriend. I am standing at the window. The sun is throwing a steady stream of golden light beams into the room and brightens up the spot where the two naked bodies are lying. She is resting her head on his shoulders and he wraps his arms around her. A beautiful sight, I would say. But it's beautiful only if you are an outsider looking in. I am not an outsider. I am her lover, a
A lonely middle-aged man falls for a woman half his age and the length he goes to own her. It starts out utterly unreal, then becomes very real following an abduction, spanning two continents. But then the Stockholm syndrome sets in together with guilt and conflicts ... and all evaporates as fog in a dream.
Nobody knows Shakespeare has reincarnated and is hiding in Brooklyn. For the last five hundred years the English reading world has worshiped Shakespeare as a literary genius; and for centuries, he had been watching the reverence from the vantage point of the bardo. Shakespeare did not go to hell, and did not go to heaven either. What he did was hovering in the no-man's region between heaven and hell, waiting for an opportunity to come back to earth. And forty five years ago, he had his chance:
So here I am, in a zombie outfit, looking at the two sleeping bodies. Who are they? The woman I love and her other boyfriend. I am standing at the window. The sun is throwing a steady stream of golden light beams into the room and brightens up the spot where the two naked bodies are lying. She is resting her head on his shoulders and he wraps his arms around her. A beautiful sight, I would say. But it's beautiful only if you are an outsider looking in. I am not an outsider. I am her lover, a
A lonely middle-aged man falls for a woman half his age and the length he goes to own her. It starts out utterly unreal, then becomes very real following an abduction, spanning two continents. But then the Stockholm syndrome sets in together with guilt and conflicts ... and all evaporates as fog in a dream.