My dear winter, you called me saying that you'll keep me warm under your sheets, that your walls will mould themselves around me. You said your hills are silent and no one will even dare to speak. Dear winter, I thought I came to forget but I came only to remember more. You wrapped me… Continue reading My dear winter
I forgot how music can often peel off those layers of "what I have to become" revealing the one I always needed to be. I forgot how the wind can take the shape of a long, heavy gown, while the sky becomes a silky cleavage adorned with shimmers. I forgot how the grass changes its… Continue reading How much do you remember?
More than money, I wanted peace. More than attention, I wanted respect. More than being right, I wanted to be understood. More than looking beautiful, I wanted to feel happy. More than seem strong, I wanted to feel courageous. More than being given things, I wanted to be gifted time. More than being approved ,… Continue reading Woman me up!
I look up. Heavy textured clouds seem to blend in with the ash colored neighbourhood, wrapping the trees with a pleasent stillness. It's warm and I feel immersed into the balmy weather. Midday... April, maybe May. I look at all the people who pass me by, holding sacks with groceries, stridently moving and chattering. I… Continue reading Greatful for all the moments I have yet to live
I'm crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me. Audrey Hepburn see… Continue reading Story of a bipolar drifter
I gracefully kneel my soul, while understanding that Ego is just a product of my mind and pride is its side effect. This time comes, when you start to see behind the curtain of the world. You sit with all the actors and watch them silently, while they remove their costumes. You're still, dressed in… Continue reading We Are One
One of the benefits of getting older? The level of tolerance to people who choose to disguise their simple mind into an elaborated one, dropps significantly. If I have to draw a map in my head, before engaging you in a conversation then I might as well refuse to share more than a good sense… Continue reading The art of conversation
Happy people are bad for the economy. If you would be happy with what you have, why would you want more? The need will be created once you will have a flaw pointed, once you will become insecure about aspects of your life. Happy-looking people will greet you in the commercial breaks making you feel… Continue reading The world does not need you happy
What are you, my dearest friend? What do you want to be? What brings you joy? What makes you weak? What did they tell you about who you are? What did they try to make you believe? How did they do that? Who allowed them? No matter what you may hear about yourself, no matter… Continue reading You are are for yourself
I dreamed of you: You were holding me between your clouds. Your crests were dropping sun rays on my cheeks. My eyes climbed your peaks before. I was on the ship, floating on top of a universe of creatures, humbled by the stillness of the limestones. I felt bliss once I understood that indeed I… Continue reading Thailand, the revelation land