"Here in front of me the white paper sheet, waiting; inside me there's anguish, waiting: and I don't write anything. Life is not to be written." Miguel Torga
If we take a really deep look within ourselves we will find a legion, we will find many, an endless matrix of complex thoughts, emotions, wishes, dreams, fears. We are like a broken mirror, refecting many different angles of the same image or in this case of the same self, and sometimes it is hard … Continue lendo Looking through the broken glass
Life's too short. Just love as hard as you can, smile every single day, live as if you were to die tomorrow, because you may.
(...)this is only the beginning and I still have a long way ahead of me, a lot of work to do, a lot of searching, but today I began to feel the Universe and hear its music, like a perfectly tuned orchestra where each instrument plays a key role on its beautiful melody.
Today's world has gone mad, sad, cruel, Machines, money, social media are kings. What has become of humans? Have we completely lost track of things? I still dream of a world of kindness Ruled by real people who can feel Who smile and share their happiness Who help others in pain to heal. Oh how … Continue lendo Chapter XV – Momentum
Its midnight and the moon shines high There’s nothing but a silent cry The clock has stopped ticking, My heart has stopped beating. All pain just washed away No more sins left to forgive today, My eyes are forever shut All bonds are forever cut. Goodbye my lonely days, Today we follow separate ways, As … Continue lendo Chapter XIV – Liberation
Just sit comfortably at your window While the world outside burns, May those flames lighten your way Guide you through the twists and turns. The ashes will fertilize your ground, A new you will be reborn from them, Face this chaos as a new beginning, As the discovery of a hidden gem. Smile, wipe your … Continue lendo Chapter XIII – As the world burns
Today is one of THOSE days… another one. Days when you feel like someone just ripped your heart from your chest in cold blood. No anaesthesia, no pain killers, just a big hand with disgusting fingernails penetrating each and every layer of your body until it reaches your weak heart. What a gruesome and yet … Continue lendo Chapter XII – In darkness
