Valentine’s day
On Valentine's Day the hearts of all dawned in the city, adorned in scarlet red, the color of love, which last night expected to wake like this, dying of love through the city.
The romantics on duty didn’t sleep right looking foward to that day in June, where loves from all around the world want only to wake to love and be truly loved.
The hearts of all left hand in hand through the city, delivering to all this love, which does not even seem true, but leaves everyone thrilled from being loved and understood by everyone in town.
I woke up and for the first time I came across such expressions of love where everyone just wants their soulmate well lived and beloved of life.
A life without loves turns into an almost nonexistent existence, and therefore, we need love arm in arm through the city.
Happy valentine's day.
I didn’t see Dali from here
I didn’t see Dali from here, nor from yonder, not over there, he promised, but did not come, was never between us, until our encounter happened in the world of Venus, the diva Mae West was there too, her sexy mouth in couch format only to support me in the sexy hours of Mae West.
What madness I’ve lived, my journey in the Dali world was almost a sin, not allowing me a delusion with the actress.
Curled in his whiskers I landed among misshapen forms and impressionism of the last of the 20th century artists.
All clamored for the artist, crazy and genius, art promised to reinvent itself one day.
Dali was wise and lived many lightyears ahead of his days.
He passed by very fast, but left for everyone the geniosity of art that everyone seeks, but few find it.
Dali from here, there and yonder, vous a la monsieur Salvador Dali!
The chaos that condemns me
The sadness that reigns here is not the same from years ago, that sadness did not know the perfect world where I am, so perfect that it distresses me inside and hurts everyone around.
I don’t like this perfection that shows me the chaos that inside I face, it would be easier to live the chaos around than the one that provokes me from within.
I wonder if I’m crazy or should I accept the perfection of the world out there and I play dead?
Answers to this struggle that is mine alone, I don’t find them out there, I don’t find them over there, I don’t find them in any way.
Who sent fate to save me without even consulting me that it was there that I would I live?
Life inside is still an almost perfect chaos, outside it isn’t, everything seems a perfect chaos, where everyone is happy from not really knowing where happiness exists.
Only to myself I could find that easy it shall not be, the perfect life in the chaos that condemns me, I think I'll stay...
The gods
The gods should be in a meeting, they did not look at me, did not reach out a hand.
Just left me succumb in delusion or just laughed at me, while I sank under the illusion that they were there for me .
Why do they abandon me when I need solutions the most, why don’t they send me a divine sign or even a light so that I can recognize inside of me the faith that guides me to you.
Years and years I’ve always pursued or did everything that led me to believe that they were inside me, anointing me and protecting me from this evil world of people without faith.
Now in my sad room I feel I don’t have you or even them, to be able at the worst time of life to protect me, from this life without luck or even in death have nowhere to run.
The gods avoid discussions or even people without belief and without faith, but I can assure you that one day they will look at me again and will cover me with their white robe, protecting me from the worst enemy that we humans can have, our own being.
Allfather
I am father of many, but not all with the same characteristics, believe it.
The only request I have to make is that I can see them grow and so to speak, love them for their entire lives, until the end of being.
This I know, used to give life I often have also to take, so that they can experience all the stages of the soul that only those who want to grow and live fully at one side of the world to the end of eternity.
I must confess that there is no easy task, even when I have to see them suffer or often even kill themselves for anguish of not enduring the life they chose, but have forgotten even before they came to the world, now I have to help so that the pain is not eternal, even sending my son to help and intervene for all.
I still believe that one day I will get it right, facing this crazy world, with the beings that populate this vast land, I will not introduce myself formally, but I can assure that I am known as Father of all, this indeed is my biggest name in this world.
Forever separated
I now realize that I wouldn’t have been happy with you anyway.
The evidence that our love wouldn’t go far I realize now, seeing the photographs of the two of us together.
We didn’t even know that we wouldn’t be forever separated.
I needed to distance myself from everyone including you, to be able to see and realize what the world already knew and insisted in saying.
Do not stay with him in any way, because in any way he will belong to you.
Time passed and with it now only memories of something happy for some and sad for none.
I cannot explain to you what happens after love passes and doesn’t pretend.
You touched my heart once and that I will not forget, but now I look out there searching for someone who will stay and love me forever.
Even if forever is not always for the entire life, but an entire life passes very fast without you by my side.
Forever I will wait, until you return.
Little piece of ground
Every trip, every little piece of ground I pass transports me to another place and reality.
Time and space that mix together, showing me that nothing was in vain, in my new little piece of ground.
People come and go, new situations are formed ahead on my new world, being so new that it makes me believe that it may have been there years before, or it would be just a new discovery of my new being.
I keep passing by them or they by me, I go forward as to not be late on this new place.
I want to be and happen everywhere, so that I can prove to myself that I can be almost omnipresent, despite being mortal.
The adventures will be unique and the people who are part of this immensity of all that surrounds me will be too.
Life has these things, it shows the little piece of ground little by little, but in the end everything leads me to believe that nothing was the same or alike, on my new little piece of ground where I have stepped and the marks I have left.
False clues
The clues that I keep leaving around are not true.
Because I can take a lifetime, but I couldn’t give the gold to the bad guy. Not even if he wanted, life allows us false clues even though sometimes we don’t want them.
We cannot forget that everything that has seemed right to us rightly so life teaches us to write from time to time.
The truth believed until now becomes false, true or disbelieved lies of truth.
It seems on purpose, but we should not complain but thank all we have to see and feel in the infinity of being.
Life celebrates the small moments, among a lifetime of right and wrong.
Making mistakes can be credited not in this life, but who knows in a next existence or the next life will become the perfect life?
False clues I keep leaving around, I don’t want to die of fright if the pirate of the Caribbean finds my treasure hid for years worn out.
Until the treasure I hid wouldn’t be treasure at all, but my writ of emancipation, now I belong only to myself.
Begginning, middle, or end
Our history begins thus, when we decided to run away with nowhere to go. Just t
aking each other, this will be our greatest asset. Because greater asset in this life, it wouldn’t be having material things to carry, but a true love, that yes, could not be purchased.
Not always everything starts from beginning to end but from end to beginning.
Our story is really like that, different and unusual to all who seek happiness in the most traditional way possible.
We do not live the story of others, what I have learned in this life is that the story of the two of us does not have a direction and everything was predestined, a game of marked cards.
The only certainty I take in our escape is that we have each other, uncertain lives and the uncertainties of life are really like that, they cause pain and panic in the spectators.
But we decided to be the protagonists of this story, our story then begins thus, without beginning, middle, or end.
Survivors of the mind
The Minotaur missed me and didn’t find me, I managed to run into the maze and flow like water to the sides.
The one who prophesied that entering the maze and leaving the yarn behind life would be easier, does not know how lost I became and almost did not return.
I could exasperate several times and even cry, all the emotions I’ve felt through the corridors that fear caused.
I even managed to laugh at myself, madness on the outside in this sick paradise.
And in the end survive the state of madness inherent in the will of the extant.
Here today sitting in the living room I celebrate this date in which I finally discharged myself, I got into alpha in the labyrinth of the apparent happy and of the crazy survivors of the mind.
Gloomy, gloomy love
Gloomy, gloomy love
Love without pride or shame.
Gloomy, gloomy love.
Love without solutions that cause only pain.
I never learned or lived the true love, a truth that hurts causing fright and horror.
Gloomy, gloomy love.
I am following the shadow of my love, which runs to reach a body that moves away from my gaze.
I do not feel the love leaving me, because love was never here staring at me.
Gloomy, gloomy love.
I’ve had several, now I chase the light of many loves, without the shadows of the gloomy love that flowed like water of tears from my last gloomy love.
Lives lived
I didn’t live the sweet illusion that this life would be eternal.
And also that the eternal would be the perfect in this life, I like being able to remember everything I will leave behind and may take with me when my time comes.
Lovers and friends, family and children, we all leave this life one day.
But the spirit does not, they will remember me and you, we will be contemplated one day with the fantastic and why not say, with the grace of perhaps recognizing in a distant being; a friend, a son, or a brother.
At the last moment, the last breath, I won’t take the delirium of the challenge of not having understood life.
I will take with me the understanding of many lives lived in this last one I have left.
The fun in life
Who said life has no fun didn’t know anything, didn’t wait and turned the next page.
Didn’t understand what the author meant when he chose to make his character suffer at first, to make him grow in the end.
Certainly changes from all sides, from alternative works to unexpected travels, everyone’s life is a lot of fun.
Just believe that by making mistakes we learn and falling we get up, nothing is bad or has the power to destroy, if you let it be so and not want to be happy.
Do not judge the book by the cover, everyone will realize that in the end it was worth the sacrifice, the so famous end: those who wait always reach.
The women of my life
The women in my life are really like that. Different from all who crossed with me, they did not dare take me for a husband, but is there something better than being your best friend?
All of them had curves to dribble and escape from danger, taught me not to fear my tears, not even crocodile’s.
They were strong, when what I feared the most was to be the guy whom they didn’t see as being often the weak, even I not being of the fragile sex.
These women in question are all wonderful, from my dear mother, passing through cousins, girlfriends, and sisters.
Happy I am being able to experience and learn with them what they are here to teach.
Thank you the women of my life.
True fable
Everyone seeks in the end to live a fable. No matter the before, the during, or the after.
The story may seem always the same, but the end depends a bit on the author and a bit on the two of us.
The beauty that falls in love with the beast, the princess who is deceived by the witch and collapses into a deep sleep by the desecrated apple.
The wooden puppet who dreams of being a real boy, and so many other stories and fables that help us become real people.
What we really want to see and hear in the end is that we will all be happily ever after.
Believing fully what we do not really expect, not always the reality is sweet like the stories and fables.
Yes we can, help the author to write a happier fable, as long as we do not doubt even the slightest that completely happy does not exist.
But we can at least try that in real life.
What will happen will be a great mystery, but who said that we can judge a book by the cover?
Who is afraid of the bad wolf?
Thousand ideas man
A man of a thousand ideas passed by me leaving me dizzy almost tipsy, why would I have to cross with this being that almost put everything to lose?
Until then I was called John, but after his appearance I realized that there were other names that I did not know, and it caught my attention.
How I, a simple John could now become master of the situation?
The man of a thousand ideas made me and all in the region to rethink everything again, we are not here just to cry or rebel, but also to enjoy.
I changed a bit of everything, I realized that life was much bigger than everyone around me was able to see, even I in my opinion could imagine so many things that escaped the standard.
Different countries and customs than I could imagine, yes the man of a thousand ideas was wise in his words.
Life was never the same after that man crossed my direction.
Never go out of fashion
I can take this love like a braid that embarrasses me but I don’t lose my hairstyle, I dance to the wind and tie a winged horse, a Pegasus, eager to fly, but it is with you that I want to stay.
I will turn into a passionate Perseus, eager to save you and not let our love die or turn to stone, in front of a crazy and burned down Medusa.
Will I lose my head and not hers, and prove to everyone that our love was meant to be, I’ll prove once again that our story is real facing the tales that go out of fashion.
Neither Romeo nor Juliet, neither Samson nor Delilah, we are just the two of us loving each other and trying not to let our love turn into a comedy and not even a dramatic work.
Life needs and urges for happy stories that never go out of fashion.
The sin of the flesh
The sin of the flesh pierces the soul, makes strange the body that asks for help, flatters the saint who asks God for forgiveness.
But not everything is composed by thoso who exploit the oversight of everyone to desecrate life and turn against God.
God suffers like all who dared not to go to him in the moment where everything had a cure and nothing was lost.
The flesh that God gave him did not live up to the holy body that the priest blessed, which the saint protected and the soul welcomed.
Now there is only trying in a next time a better life, less sins and flesh overcome by evil, the sin of the flesh won.
Every god
whoever he is and who believes, might try not to shelter anymore the many sins of the flesh and transcend in the soul the evil that to everyoneof you speaks.
The sin of the flesh is yours.
Searched
I’ve searched for love in many places, inside French perfumes, in houses with boats on the lake, also looked in travels, in paradise places and I failed numerous times.
Because not everywhere I looked I could imagine complete happiness.
I just forgot to look right at my side, where love could be all this time, waiting only for a simple look, a simple nod to make happiness come true.
I felt like screaming, to run and leave, again afraid of not being happy.
Afraid of what I so searched in the other, but the other in question knew how to handle all the fears of the relationship, he was the chosen one from among all the sheltered.
Only someone who can donate the heart completely, could be the person of all moments through a life full of plans, but totally without direction, that one yes would make a part of me.
I sought perfection but forgot that I myself did not know anything, today I still know nothing, only that with you I’ll learn everything about all that surrounds us, now I have found you.
NAKED BEING
Sometimes in front of everyone I feel naked, as if they saw what I am inside leaving nothing to the imagination of those who dream much of meeting me, I try to escape and not let them find me inside, in the middle of the landscape.
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