Saturday 29 June 2013

Angel

Come to me in the darkest hours
lift me up with your wings of innocence
and carry me in your velvet arms

Sometimes I think of you
but most of times I don't
because you're never here

And all my wishing won't reach you
high where your are in the sky

And all my love won't kiss you
close to your heart where I am

Wednesday 26 June 2013

To be or not to be, by Shakespeare

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action…

Tuesday 25 June 2013

Through my paintings I'll live on in someone's wall
and through my writing I will live in someone's mind.
But it is through my love that I'll live in someone's heart.

Saturday 15 June 2013

when I die

my parents have other children
my brothers have other siblings
my friends have other friends
my cousins, aunties and uncles
they all have other cousins and nieces.

I do not have anyone
and no one needs me
completely and exclusively

therefore it's all OK
because there's no need
for me to exist

Monday 3 June 2013

Stomach

Evil comes only when we think we're not strong enough to beat it.
Darkness is only aroused when we underestimate our own value.

And everything revolves in the gut. The stomach boils with acidity and only wants to throw up.

I am surrounded by madness. I am a victim of the desire of others and yet I am powerful, I do not break, I fight with the automatic pressure and the shots of stress.

I vomit. I don't. And it makes me sick.


...

Frozen in the lake of unhappiness
I am    not
I only

lonely

no sensation but all
no burden but all weight
no feeling but

Come on and rip me from myself

I ask   not