"Describe yourself in some words!" Beware of those who ask you that! They don't understand that you're not a thing that can be briefly described in ten wrods That you are not a short story that can be briefly summed up without any rememberance That your troubled movement through the universe cannot be briefly reduced to a good phrase. read more
Wings and eyes. That’s all I need. No fingers no hands no feet no mouth no ears no body. You can take all those prisons away from me. I donate them to the gatekeepers, those doubting Thomases love non believers. Just wings and you in my eyes. that’s all I need
It is that feeling of extinguished flame. It always happens when you least expect it It all goes dark and you can’t see anything you can’t touch anything you can’t make yourself heard. It should have a name something that will make your skin crawl something that describes the way you’re thrown into the abyss a better synonym for the way the sky roof crashes over you. They call it simple: void As if it is something so trivial feeling you’re missing from yourself feeling you’re missing ing
We are all moons and we all have that lunar surface full of craters that nobody ever sees. This is what makes every solar eclipse so special. The fact that sometimes for some seconds the unseen side of the moon receives more light than the entire Earth.
You walk gracefully with eyes wide open through smoke and mirrors and hours wasted on hope there’s someone to close your eyes outside and open the eyes inside. I wish I was invisible enough for you to see me.
We’re all just wax figures sculptured by the great John Doe and in order to admire our own shadows we have to melt and glow.
My chemistry teacher used to tell me there is no piece of nature where it can rain when the sky is clear. In time I discovered that like any other people in my life he lied: there is a place in which this phenomenon may occur. It’s called human nature.
I always believed that God gives each of us a heavy stone. We then have to choose If we are Gaudi And we build from it una Sagrada Familia Or Rodin and carve it with memories Of our beautiful faces. why is it that almost all of us Use it To throw it At others?
Leave something behind.
The last chocolate piece, Those fries you unexpectedly find at the bottom of the bag, The smell of coffee in the morning, that fresh breeze in a hot summer day, this thing I feel for you.