I touched my neck
I felt your skin
The skin I never felt

I touched my hand
I felt your fingers
The fingers I never felt

And I wish I could touch your face
And I could gently strike your hair
Because nothing would make more glad
Than give you all this loving grace


P.S.: It's a pretty love indeed (can't say nothing against that)

 It's been some hard days on my mind, feeling like it's raining all the time, or about to explode with so much confusion in its abode. 
In fact, it has been cold and rainy outside the window that I seldom open, I don't even know the scope of it being broken.
But through it all, on the background hidden, there's the glimpse of a small flame like from candle light and the warmth of a firebond, that whenever I risk to look better at it I feel it's like the incandescence of the sun burning through space itself.
If I'm ash, how can I burn; if I'm the blue-crow tattooed on my chest, how am I the phoenix?
I guess I'm just like the tired photograph of the night streetlights that we'll never see together.

I shall not stay

 I shall not stay with this belly ache of emotional crisis

I shall not stay with this turmoil in the disappearing brain

I shall not stay with pain in my chest twisting me inside out

I shall not stay in this constant remembrance of you 

I shall not stay with this feeling of uselessness of not being able to save you

I shall not stay with this feeling that I can't rip away the pain out of you

I shall not stay with this overwhelmingness of the soul ripping my body

I shall not stay with this deep abyss sadness dwelling for losing you to life

I shall not stay

I shall not

I shall

(while listening to May as Well by Angel Olsen)

You're the singer of my life

Sometimes I feel I'm playing with fire but there are a few times when it feels awesome to dance on the edge of the flame You're the sunbeam where the infinite resides, you're its ray of light that burns through darkness incinerating it. You're everything, you're every word, you're every song and every note. and there's nothing deeper inside us than each other.

Who are you when you're not in love?

She had to see you in your worst to know you truly and see if she could love you like that, all of you, as you are.

She cannot tell you that she loves you because everything is forbidden to her, she is punished by the night and the death, to roam sleepless, endlessly locked up behind the barred windows.
In the impossibility of everything, she has to suffocate her feelings in her general slow decay.

Can love ever be pure again?

What do you do when you're lacking a huge piece of your soul that is so distantly unattainable and craving it so enormously that you feel the hole inside your chest all the time?

Two decades ago, she had her soul stolen; went back to get it and said goodbye. But now it's completely different, I guess, it's somewhat inexplicable.

Maybe one day, more twenty years past, they will see each other as they imagined: while she plays the violin on a concert and he applauds crying at the sight of her from the audience. "Bravo!"

But life is never quite like in the movies, is it?


(after watching On Chesil Beach, on new year's eve on tv)

 That end of the day had a jellyfish swarm on the sky, the lights were low and shy, my eyes plucked clouds like cotton and my fingertips died with sandy impressions of a never ending desert.

Love is poison

When all you got to offer is your crazy mind
And your infinite self-giving
 Love is the hardest poison to swallow

Shattered Angels

What wicked game

We play

Just to see

More of the same

What words we say

Just to suffocate

Any chance of Love

And remember again

What we were made of

I think I'm so sad that I could fuel a neutrons bomb just with sadness...

To Say Goodbye

Cherry blossoms will fall
For a thousand million years
And be born again,
But not us, we'll be dust,
So now
that I have no more water
to keep taking care of you
I can finally say Goodbye
Thankfully I guess
I've always been high and dry.