Therefore let us all have our own ‘little madness’, our own stubborn mind, full of spirit to go through walls and to resist all storms which we may face. Looking through the for, going through hurricanes, with our heads high up in the clouds, knowing that if we want we will be able not only to work at our dreams, but to get there in some time at the goal where we are reaching for. May each morning bring us Peace & Love! Namaste …❤️🙏   Continue reading Peace & Love

Love ends on a Sunday, in a lost corner at the time of a rainy day, forgotten in memory of those who thought they loved desperately and love was only eternal source of life. Love ends up in the arms that insomnia no longer wants to embrace, mouths that no longer want to kiss, where there is only solitude. Love ends in the corner of a dusty drawer full of old photographs and empty feelings…😞 Continue reading Love ends…

I love you and that’s why I want to forget you… you see, you’re not healthy for me; your tendencies balance on the edge of sanity. Your love is shown in twisted ways, which brings me to question the truth within your words. I see the beauty in all, to a fault sometimes. I lose myself in the brilliancy of others but blind myself to the danger that lurks in their shadows. I do not respect myself enough to distance myself from people like you for I see the pain in your eyes and wish to hold you tight. But … Continue reading My last words for him…

Sometimes I sense a cocooned world of feeling inside me that would connect me to others for good if only I could release it: that would make the world come alive with meaning. But when others get too close, I want to float off into the world of words and images that continually passes through my head, into the void from which they arise, and never return: to subtract myself from the world until nothing is left and I’m free…. Continue reading Sometimes…

Aime-moi Comme tu n’as jamais aimé Aime-moi Aussi fort que je t’aime Et n’ai plus peur de rien Tu verras que tout ira bien Qui pourra lutter contre moi Si je me sens aimé de toi Ferme les yeux Et aime-moi Comme j’ai rêvé d’être aimé Aime-moi Mais de toute ton âme Je donnerai tu vois Je donnerai n’importe quoi Pour que tu sois la femme qui n’aimera que moi…🎶 R.I.P. Charles Aznavour Continue reading Aime-moi…

I see you with the eyes of the soul. A long time you are much more than lips and body that I desire and yearn next to mine. A perfect essence of friendship, the gift of truth that immortalizes the love in my heart. You are the song of the gentle breeze that brings distant secrets that reveal me a pure accident, it is my sweet love that waits to fly and land in your nest. Stars are playing as if they were to shine light crumbs leading on me down the road to meet you, it is the ground that … Continue reading Eyes and soul…

I keep thinking about all the things I love from people to the sound of clocks ticking and I just want to gather everything I love, every word I love, every moment I’ve felt like someone was peeling my heart like an orange and there was it, exposed. I want to gather those things and make a nest for me to call home. And I just keep thinking of what I would add if I could and there are just so many things: tastes, smells, warmth, laughter, palm lines, the fog coffee makes above your kitchen table, the way eyes can … Continue reading Memories…

I keep my sweetness for exact hours: not a millimeter less or more! I am outraged at the programmed waste of millions. Outraged and short temper. I love in imperfect tense, messy, sassy! In a world that has conquered material abundance, “as a little human” shame burns in the soul. Within mine! Before the abyss of finitude all power is bizarre, but we betray ourselves every day: the seduction of this totem, makes us spit in the possible paradise, soft without glorifying ‘kitsch’: that little adorned utopia! Only humans living their potentials: Freud would not have to worry about the … Continue reading Sweetness…