'cuz impossible love is like two people taking a small dose of venom everyday and slowly dying not in each other's arms.

The Balance

  Hard is the task of finding the balance; in the flavours when you cook, in your drive through rocky roads, in your walk on moving sands, in your dives into agitated seas, in your strolls on stormy weather, and in all your presence in consciousness and unconsciousness.

I hope we'll get it most days, either by intuition or by rationalization, may you find that balance in there too.

Hawking Broadness

 Dear Peter, old sport, it has come to my knowledge what happened to you and, believe you me, when you're forced to put your life on hold for years because of a high number of reasons simultaneously thrown at you and you can't fight the tornado, but can only observe the rest of the world, so near and so far, in the paradoxical state of when you are dying of thirst in front of the sea, the awareness heightens more and more and increasingly elevates your conscience to see the patterns in the colours of the ocean and the pressing urgency of turmoils and relativity of the waves.

They say the world understands us better now, but what do you think? Their forced isolation made them reflect how openly and far, do you think (not meaning our Hawking broadness)? I miss the moments when we were kids and we had the most pure of friendships with a couple of other people that helped a little on saving us from the harshest parts of the world.
And in these last years that you achieved your awesome human beingness and passed on to so many little ones, I got to be so proud of you, my friend. Thanks for that shared joy too.
Friends never say goodbye, only "see you later". :-)

 Half of me is you, in all the colours of the heart, in all the colours of the sky and the sea; half of me is you, whenever it is pitch dark or light, whenever there's emptiness, love or fright, half of me is you.

The Visible Invisible

 It resists through the mystery of the silence 
A love that is always present but invisible
The personality traits come from the brain,
from the heart and from the gut
My asthma of emotions
and verbarrhage of voids

If there weren't other people
I wouldn't know that I'm brown
I wouldn't know that I'm alone

Sick of Virus

 How hard it is to realize that now when I see the word "propagation" my top-of-the-mind word is "virus" and not Love or something else more on the good side.

Who would have guessed that my whole life would be ruined by virus: first starting from the age sixteen (in 1998, the world expo year that was in Lisbon and I could only go to the last day) with catching that stupid teen virus and suffering body damage till today and now in 2020 (the year I was supposed to get well just enough to travel by plane again and visit Italy) with this stupid covid19 everywhere. 

I know I shed away feelings of anger and hatred, but sometimes I really can't help but retrocede again for an instant and really hate this freaking virus. ...........................

Just a shell

 I'm just a brittle shell now, nothing more.