Sometimes -or maybe most of the time- what you see is just the tiny bit of reality and with that small bit you try to make your own big world. You feel joy, you feel excited, you think everybody is good intentioned, you listen and you care. But then comes another reality, another truth. What… Read More sh.t happens
Some part of you is absent sometimes and the girl misses that absent part. * Some part of you is missing at times and the girl is lost in the amiss. * Between meetings and emails you squeeze me in and I find myself looking for some more room to fit in. * I fear… Read More Missing
* Dreaming, kid I’m dreaming all day and night shapes and sounds whispers of imaginary creatures under the bridges of Paris I wait for thee. *
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” — William Blake A day, sharp and bright, full of hopes and laughter, it seems. Yet, each day is a mystery, words to hear you never could imagine, maybe even confessions of a lost path and of heartbreak, hard and bitter. …… Read More No reason No rhyme
(1) Rose petals and windy days Riding on horses wild and free I hear them noises far and bitter I hear their music loud and strong Murmuring to myself old fairytales Dancing to his steps with ease and singing along each melody each grasp a joyful reunion Tea leaves and golden meadows Every… Read More Rose petals and windy days