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.

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

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

Dead

Crushed, zombified, ripped out,
my body and my mind numb,
my limbs and back can't fight gravity no more.

Empty inside, my heart inexisting
my soul never tried

I do not know why I still breath
shallowly but enough to keep a pulse
But its beating doesn't mean I'm alive

Tired and destroyed all over again
and again and again
countless times since coming to life
dying slowly, sometimes violently
sometimes indifferently.

Love is a losing game by Amy Winehouse

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game
Why do I wish I never played
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed, profound
Till the chips were down
Know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I’m rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Somebody who loves and cares

I miss being held by the long arms of the green grass.
I miss being kissed by the warm sun.
Most of all I miss...

Nobody Knows

We see what we want to see and feel what other people want us to feel.
And yet knowing this doesn't make us care any less.
Sometimes I wonder: do you ever think of me?
Do you see me? Do you see me as I am?
It doesn't matter in the end.
Nothing does.
But before the end there's a lot going on, sometimes too much.
I wonder if you know. I wonder if anyone does?

Love and 3 types of men

I reckon there are three characteristic types of men:

1 - The ones you love
2 - The ones who love you
3 - The ones you love and who love you back


The ones you love

These men are always emotionally unavailable.
It's like every other occasion when you dedicate a lot of your time doing something in order to reach a goal and you always turn out frustrated.


The ones who love you

These men are the ones who go the extra mile for you. Even if you're just having a tantrum, they'll put up with anything just to satisfy you, and at least make you laugh.


The ones you love and who love you back

These men are brave but still, deep inside, afraid; however they will never show it.

Leadership

“The challenge of leadership is to be strong, but not rude; be kind, but not weak; be bold, but not bully; be thoughtful, but not lazy; be humble, but not timid; be proud, but not arrogant; have humor, but without folly.”
— Jim Rohn