Who is to say, that counting the minutes the hours, the days is something that is needed? The time spent together measured in all non conventional ways, the moments and fractions, the movement of the solar system around the center of the galaxy, the sound of your breathing, the beat of my heart….…… Continue reading Needing clocks and calendars…
Not kneeling down ever, sensing the craziness and the insanity. Even in time in need keeping at lunacy’s arm’s lenght… proving more wisdom than she ever could have gathered. Letting her go on her rampage road… Waving goodbye from afar…
Is all that matters… for I believe not you feel young, at times, more that you feel older than your years the rest of times… Now, am I right, or am I wrong? It is really up to you dear to decide on which side of the line you want to stand… What…… Continue reading As young as you feel…
-Oh yes, I know dear… I won’t keep you long. She was going through her bag, looking for her change purse to pay for the cab. Her cellphone stuck between her ear and her shoulder, she listened patiently as he walked her through his day… The clients, the contracts won and lost. The latest…… Continue reading Busy with work, you know…?
He pushed the door open before her, inviting her in the strange store… She knew “normal” wasn’t His cup of tea, but she didn’t know what to expect from this first one on one mysterious encounter. A man walked to them, looking like a waiter, even if they clearly weren’t in a restaurant, a…… Continue reading First date…
Many of you already know I’m missing a few screws (Nooooooo… Awww come on Lovelies, you know I don’t talk about that kind of intimate things! I meant that I am a little crazy, that’s all) and sometimes, it results in myself sitting in front of the keyboard asking myself weird questions. I thought…… Continue reading My crazy brains…
When I found this short film on The Internets, the first thing that struck me was the numerous prizes it won. The story was directed by Julio Pot and produced by Cecilia Baeriswil. I think a lot of people will recognize themselves in the two cute characters. Most of us have lived something similar, unless…… Continue reading The Gift…
When I chanced upon something, I wrote to you once, when we were together, I found that I never finished it, completely When I wrote something to you, when you and I were lost in the dark tones of winter, not knowing why it should be now that those things would envelope us…… Continue reading When I wrote something for you…
I am raw… True and rough under the fingers. I crawl in the dark, peeking in the cracks of your broken heart, lurking at all the good there is, for the taking, knowing I would hurt you with my untamed claws… I want to reach out, give in, throw myself your way and be…… Continue reading Give me…
-Tell me your story, he said while walking her home. I want to know what life took you through, before it lead you to me… She smiled, and instantly blushed, touched by his sudden request. -Will you hold my hand during the rough parts…? She shyly looked up to him, meeting his warm gaze,…… Continue reading My hand…
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