My dear winter, you called me saying that you'll keep me warm under your sheets, that your walls will mould themselves around me. You said your hills are silent and no one will even dare to speak. Dear winter, I thought I came to forget but I came only to remember more. You wrapped me … Continue reading My dear winter
How much do you remember?
I forgot how music can often peel off those layers of "what I have to become" revealing the one I always needed to be. I forgot how the wind can take the shape of a long, heavy gown, while the sky becomes a silky cleavage adorned with shimmers. I forgot how the grass changes its … Continue reading How much do you remember?
Woman me up!
￼ More than money, I wanted peace. More than attention, I wanted respect. More than being right, I wanted to be understood. More than looking beautiful, I wanted to feel happy. More than seem strong, I wanted to feel courageous. More than being given things, I wanted to be gifted time. More than being approved, … Continue reading Woman me up!
I look up. Heavy textured clouds seem to blend in with the ash-colored neighborhood, wrapping the trees with a pleasant stillness. It's warm and I feel immersed in the balmy weather. Midday... April, maybe May. I look at all the people who pass me by, holding sacks with groceries, stridently moving, and chattering. I pass … Continue reading Starting Life
Story of a bipolar drifter
￼ I'm crossing you in style someday Oh, dream maker, you heartbreaker Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me. Audrey Hepburn see We're … Continue reading Story of a bipolar drifter
We Are One
I gracefully kneel my soul, while understanding that Ego is just a product of my mind and pride is its side effect. This time comes, when you start to see behind the curtain of the world. You sit with all the actors and watch them silently, while they remove their costumes. You're still, dressed in … Continue reading We Are One
There was something peculiar about her. Mystifying. Not the beauty, the shape of her hip, or the sunkissed skin. Not the way she would crease her forehead while reading, not the dresses that would reveal a little ankle, a glimpse of shoulder.No, not her sweet fragrance, nor the way her necklaces would decorate her neck. … Continue reading Woman
On the edge of my own nonsense
I have never learned how to make myself understood or what should I manifest in some of my interactions. How much it should be given, and how much should I expect to be returned? Most of the time, I would just tangle between my personalities, being uncertain if I should have any boundaries if I … Continue reading On the edge of my own nonsense
You are mine to save
"[...]what are you?" She asked with a cried, fainted voice, pulling her eyes out from the cushions. "You know me. I am your forever friend, you prayed for me. I am now deserted in the wooden box you keep in the attic, between the pages of an old journal." She thought she might be dreaming … Continue reading You are mine to save
When being good is as bad as being bad
My night is in complete inner silence. Far away from clutter. Under the gentle voice of compassion. For myself first. I watched recently Good Will Hunting. I have seen it years ago but at that time I didn't seem to understand the unspoken script, the words that would meet in a Universe of glimpses, and … Continue reading When being good is as bad as being bad