Deep inside our hearts it's always 3 in the morning.
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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
"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
If I had to define happiness and misery it would be very hard to find a description that would fit perfectly. I'd probably use a Russian doll Happiness would stay inside misery Misery would stay inside happiness and so on indefinitely.
Leave something behind.
Make room for me in the space between your fingers in the air between your arms in the flesh between your lips in the second between the blinkings of your eyes in the nothing between.
Life is a succession of moments that last too little and impact too much. There was this moment When I first saw The light In your eyes. It happened decades ago But It still lasts.
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.
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.
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?
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.