'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. 

The clock sets the hour... or not...

 The clock stops existing at the good moments

It only marks the hour of our birth and our death

Which are always moments of excruciating pain for people.

Thank U - Alanis Morissette

How 'bout getting off of these antibiotics?
How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up?
How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots?
How 'bout that ever elusive kudo?

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down

How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence

Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Glen Ballard / Alanis Morissette

Thank U lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

 Both dancers in the dark, like dented souls that had never seen each other become one at the first glimpse;

Those words like a homeopathic drug, every day, a little bit of the old stinky venom, from the womb to the tomb;

That bell like a ticking bomb on the brain for whom it tolls;

The hell like Dante's inferno, no fire nor water, just nothing rolls.