Fly …

We are all on a journey, some of us are closer to understanding where they are going and why, while others are starting out and starting over, each step, no matter where we are, it is important directionally and emotionally, our spirit needs energy, hope and faith that our lives are meaningful and we are always ready to learn, our inner being, our passions and emotive selves grow as we go along our path with arms and souls wide open ready to fly…♥ Continue reading Fly …

Life…

Life and the Universe have a funny way of bringing us to the exact people, places, circumstances, and messages that our souls are calling for at the right time. What appears as an accident in our lives is not always what it seems. Nothing happens by chance, and there are no coincidences. We begin to understand that there’s a reason for the way our life is unfolding even though it may not always be immediately apparent.  I have learned that what seems like a curse at the moment can actually be a blessing, and that what seems like the end … Continue reading Life…

Pleasures of the flesh …

​This is how I love, and it’s always frightening. I want to get inside people like a second skin. I want to love you like you love yourself, I want to know where your mind runs when you see something that reminds you of your childhood, I want to know about the day you realized you… When we think of carnal pleasures, or pleasures of the flesh, the first thing we think about is sex. Of course, there are other pleasures of the flesh, such as eating, drinking, enjoying nature, music, art, conversation… all the pleasures we gain from our … Continue reading Pleasures of the flesh …

Life: the eternity of love

I hope for love and I do believe it makes us eternal. All my longings and desires are pointing there, pulling there, drawing me ever forward  Life is overflowing, nothing is permanent, and because nothing is permanent, we need to look beyond our lives and realize it will not last forever, if we have a really bad day or week, it will not last. Close your eyes, feel the air that surrounds us, the sun that feeds our skin, everything is there for all of us, and we just need to notice it. If we are here an eternity, then … Continue reading Life: the eternity of love

Love is fluid, …

Love is fluid, it does not suffocate us, it makes us breathe, it overflows our emotions and passions. It is accurate, the ideal size for all people, it is not conceited, and it never gets old, never. Sometimes It’s messy. It’s imperfect. It’s both humbling and sometimes banal in its everyday-ness. It does not fit a grand narrative, but it is a script for all human literature…♥ Continue reading Love is fluid, …

Passion…

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead… ♥ Continue reading Passion…

Longing…

When the longing does not fit in the chest, it is overflowing through our eyes, something moves within us, it is a discontented restlessness that we can barely breathe. When the longing does not fit in the chest, the eyes get sad of waiting … we become tiny we cannot almost see anything … When the longing hits in our chest, it makes us want to cry aloud and say: come back soon, come kill this immense longing to lessen our sorrow…♥…Two years without my father…I miss him…♥ Continue reading Longing…

Allegory behind an idea…

Past As my fountain pen ink spillage transformed, final and unique, moments and actions, often thrown within my own story, almost a voracious viewer watching scenes of past life in slow motion, but at the same time everything went by so fast, there was almost no time to perceive life — its most complete translation — everything seemed like a dream. As my reflection blackened all mirrors — portrait in black and white of my ideologies massified for archaic theories of a cloudy and gray perception of my inner ‘self’. Present My pen after the storm; breathing, a nuanced desire … Continue reading Allegory behind an idea…