Ich Liebe Dich. (I love you). Really?

“What can you say about a twenty-five year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.” I don’t have the slightest idea as to why I am writing on this topic, given that I have as many as ten incomplete blog posts on far more interesting topics, waiting to be completed and...

I think I need

A pint of butterflies, A shot of sighs, Many a slice of the sky No opinions, no whys A few bags filled of efforts And none too much of strife Are all i think i need, For a breath of living, Of life Some sons crushed in a plate, All stars plucked off the nights slate Each sent to guide a lost Before time runs out, its too late. Catch a fistful of abundant...

Musings: Chameleon and I am not alone now

1) Chameleon: I pick up the colors And paint my soul. I close my eyes to look at what they want me to see. I am a chameleon; I change to survive. I change to be me. 2) I am not alone now: I am not alone now, Your absence lives in me; like an old wine, your absence lives in me; a silence that still speaks; a tear that still smiles; an unending melody of an...

Tonight I woke up

Tonight I woke up with a zest in me, may be that he`s gone and I keep crying all nights. But, tonight was different, some other dream probably. Built in me, tripping over my whole personality, Definitions made to guess of energy filled in refrained of the amour, the eyes gleaming with light of hope to live not of the tear sour. It seems different life; I had...