Marriage and kids seem to me a lousy business, the kind you'd get if you entered a travel agency without knowing what you want and you end up with what everyone else is getting.
Why the hell, in my perfect sense, would I bring children into a world of major famine, rage and disgusting human beings that sell and betray and slaughter as a hobby?
I prefer not following any road, instead of going on the same that everyone's going just to not feel bored, or lonesome, or whatever selfish reason.
Thursday 23 February 2012
Of all things, why am I an artist? Because I just have one life.
With your embrace I am born
and I scream at the height of my lungs
to the life, full of colors,
I am now forever yours.
Warm are the nights that sleep
and cold are the days that shine,
in my dreams you are mine,
but not by day 'cause we never meet.
You're my definitive lover,
my thorn enhanced members,
like there is no other
that can be a better me.
My love for you remembers
every time you gave me a key:
kisses that linger in my heart
and become warmth in the dark.
Saturday 11 February 2012
We,
that see so many movies,
have made our life the biggest of them all.
Saturday 4 February 2012
“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” — John Green
I have nothing. my only estate is my personal wisdom acquired through paths of misery and grace.