Moonlight

Sweet memories, thank you, you ease this bitter taste better than anything else.

Baby play :-)

Happiness is when your 2 1/2 years old "niece" decides to play by jumping backward and falling with her butt on your belly, each and every time falling onward and laughing like no tomorrow :-)

Completely incomplete

A hundred kilometres left

I wish that they could last forever

You caught me looking at your eyes
I should have been a little stealthier

Eighty kilometers left
I see your smile, so lost in your thoughts
Then suddenly we start to sing
A duet of songs we both don't know

And I drive on and on
While the sunset light shines so soft
I didn't think it could happen so fast
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Fifty kilometres left
Still laughing like two little children
Still burning for each single touch
Still looking at each other shyly

Twenty kilometres left
The sun's already far behind us
You sleep, still smelling like the sea
That little smile's still shining on your face

And tonight, when we're home
I will open up my heart
I stand so still

And I shiver so hard

While I tell you the words

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Not a centimeter left
And no distance at all between us
No words are needed anymore
Each single kiss is screaming out loud

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Evening

And so the sun is slowly, quietly setting. It's Not raining anymore. My day hasn't finished, though, and my feet and ankles hurt and are bruised by too much walking. The golden sunset light makes me thoughtful and a little gloomy, maybe bitter. It's been quite a hard day: I woke up at half past five or so, had a chat, then studied like no tomorrow -maybe lost the data also, but nevermind-, then hospital to meet my dear aunt-mother, then university, and then again hospital -going there now actually. Then maybe a bite home, then rehearsals, and then, finally, SLEEP. Seems quite a deadly day. But I don't mind. I am on leave from work, and I am astonished by how better I feel every day. I have enough energy to do all this, and even more. I am very glad to be busy this way, actually. It just scares me to realize  how much health and time my job cost me. I haven't worked for almost two weeks now, and I feel every day better and better. Can't say things are perfect, but I feel a tiny bit optimistic. Freakin' scared, also, by the choices I could take. Yet, I know that I must focus on myself, without wasting a single second.
I just wish I had more "fixed" points, more certainties. I have myself only. Oh what the hell, this is more than enough!

The sun has dropped, and the sky is deep-blue now, the typical beautiful infinite after-rain deep blue. Damn, I haven't got my camera with me.... Nevermind.
I could spend hours, lost in this sky. There, I am sure, I would find some inner peace.

F.u.c.k.

Well, let's just say that my hormones are quite going crazy today.
Damn xD

Feeling in the rain (unfinished)

Rain falling like teardrops from the sky
One could think that angels cry
For all these lives fading away

I take them one by one on my face
Cold and piercing like an arrow's point
Wishing them to
quench this burning hell inside

Or simply freeze my consciousness
I never wanted to know
I didn't ask to understand
Nor to have a heart


One by one we end up all alone
Rotting into our true mother's womb
Leaving memories and our tomb

I see zombies endlessly wasting time
Hurting others 'till the day they die
Using and abusing them, never satisfied


Oh please, just kill my perceptions
I don't want, I never wanted to see
I didn't ask to realize
Somebody stop my brain.

What is, and what should never be.

Woman
If you hurt a man, if you rape his heart,
If you manipulate his inner feelings,
If you ignore him, if you step on him,
If you use him, if you lie to him,
You're not emancipated, you're not cool
You're just a bitch.

Man
If you hurt a woman, cheat on her, use her as a housekeeper, lie to her, give her for granted, don't listen to her needs, and ultimately beat her, having no arguments to answer to her questions,

Well, man, you're not cool, you're not a Macho Man.  You're a criminal. And a loser.

Time After Time

No matter how hard
No matter how long
No matter if right
No matter if wrong

Whether you survive
Your head keeping straight
Or you're defeated
And you have to bend,

Each single day
Always comes to an end.