don’t you leave me on my own!

She’s a beautiful smile, she’s a gleam in your eye
dresses like a princess, playing games in your mind
Falling out of her top, runs a hand through her hair
playing so hard to get, cause she knows that you care

i don’t know how to love you more

my friend..

i guess we got

nothing to say..

 she’s a difficult girl and you’re a silly young man..

i don’t know..

i don’t know how to love you, but i love you so..

i don’t know..

i don’t know why i love you, but i love you so..

don’t you go!

don’t you go!

don’t you leave me on my own!

Scouting For Girls – It’s Not About You

it’s all about you:)

wake (me) up

is anyone looking for me?
are you?
did you ever meet me on a distant beach.. in a dream?
i know i met you..

but where to look?
all the beaches in the world?
this world?
you should have asked for my name..

if only dreams wouldn’t feel so complete without any words said
this reality is too concrete to be based on a dream

question: when do we wake up?
who says which reality is more real?

trouble is
when you get to choose
it’s already too late to come back..

dream or reality:
the last dimension is changing what is for what could have been
hope for success
reality 1 to reality 2
dream 1 to dream 2

a man closed his eyes
was told he’ll touch something hot
but given an ice cube
result: he had a burnt palm..

‘open your eyes’
‘there is no spoon’
true..
but can you convince yourself?
everything you dream is real
everything you live could be a dream

sure.. a fly won’t go through glass by imagining it’s not there
but it sure won’t get out if it won’t look for an exit..
even more sure: there is an exit.
everything is unlimited
posibilities too

learn to believe everything you come across
it’s there for a reason.

Song of the heart

“You’ll remember me..

When the West wind moves

Upon the fields of barley..

And you’ll forget the Sun

In his jeallous sky

When we walk in fields of gold…

So she took her love

For to gaze awhile..

Upon the fields of barley..

In his arms she fell

As her hair came down..

Among the fields of gold….

‘Will you stay with me?

Will you be my love…

Among the fields of barley?

And you’ll forget the Sun

In his jeallous sky

As we lie in fields of gold…’

See the West wind move

Like a lover’s soul

Upon the fields of barley..

Feel her body rise..

When you kiss her mouth

Among the fields of gold…. “

                                                 Sting – Fields of Gold

Words away

Happiness is just words away..

Missing is what gives importance to every little thing, letters look so much better written by the right person.

His name in blue looks better than any other blue thing i’ve ever seen:)

Thank you.

Points of view

Being happy or sad, getting annoyed making decisions out of a moment’s influence…

It all doesn’t matter, it’s all in your mind, you’re the only one with that point of view, the only one who thinks you’re right to be happy or sad or annoyed..

Two people can look at the same thing and see it completely different. I read that somewhere.

Decisions you can take only for yourself and so far i’ve learned the best decision i can make is not make any decisions. Because i don’t know if i’m right. Right to hate or right to love someone.

Easiest way to go through life is not care so much about details, let it pass and try not to be so sure you’re right.

You CAN be right in one thing: enjoying your feelings, but only if you don’t affect others.

To go with that i’m leaving this very wise phrase an old man said: “You can not make someone love you. You can only make yourself lovable.”

Have the freedom to stay trapped

The beauty of the poem is in the word games, not in it all riming

The beauty of life is in having something to make you shine every once in a while, not in it lasting

The beauty of choice is consequence

 I dare to be wrong in the eyes of others, but right in mine!