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?
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'm gonna pack my hopes, and head to Nowhere. No, you're not! Why not? Because no world is welcoming for a girl who has only hopes to pack. Not even one that is called "Nowhere". What is wise to do when the bet is on keeping your spiritual structure, phisical body and mental health unimpared?… Continue reading Flying over Nowhereland
I have never learned how to make myself understood or what should I manifest in some of my interactions. How much it should be given, how much should I expect to be returned? Most of the times, I would just tangle between my personalities, being uncertain if I should have any boundaries, if I should… Continue reading On the edge of my own nonsense
"[...]what are you?" She asked with a cried, fainted voice, pulling her eyes out from the cushions. "You know me. I am your forever friend, you prayed for me. I am now deserted in the woodden box you keep in the attic, between the pages of an old journal." She thought she might be dreaming… Continue reading You are mine to save
I have become universal, longing for extrodinary, astonishment, fearing nothing else than a manipulative Self that can drive me to destruction. I strive to kill my Ego, to not be led by a wrecked mind and make the difference between what should be kept and what should be left. People want me predictible, obedient and… Continue reading Midnight blend
"The grand essentials to happiness in this life are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for." George Washington I know that happines may seem an exquisite emotion these days and it may feel that consistent work should be done until you will be bathed in its magic potion. That ... until… Continue reading 40 things that make me happy
My night in complete inner silence. Far away from clutter. Under the gentle voice of compassion. For myself first. I watched recently Good Will Hunting. I have seen it years ago but at that time I little understood the unspoken script, the words that would meet in a Universe of glimpses and the story that can… Continue reading When being good is as bad as being bad
I smile. I leave. I look back. Follow the feathers brought by the September wind, see where my wing has been lost for my flight has now become a clumsy walk. I am missing from my sky; my angels are raining over the world thinking that I am astray forever. I am hearing horns calling… Continue reading What to do with a broken wing?