Missing

What does my love mean to you
if you no longer love me?
We should not dwell
On love that is past

I was your life's desire
One day long ago
Now I'm history
I can't face the change

If only we could make
our dreams come true
If only you would love me
as you did twenty years ago

How mournfully we watch
a love that ebbs away
heartlessly a part of the soul
is torn away

Lyrics: Buena Vista Social Club - Veinta Anos (Translation)
Picture: Clean ©2008 *Eliara

On the way

There are times when you have time to think. Of course not when a giant jellyfish is being thrown to your face, but still these times do exist.

The picture can have a few atmosphere. It can be a cold winter night with the naked stars looking down on the frozen ground where even the thoughts are frost not mentioning the breath of each of us...

It can be a summer night, spicy smells of trees, flowers and parties are coloring the air and the few bottle of beers you drank are calming your mind...

But it can also be just a bad-exposed picture.

Versos para ti (Poems for you)

Sitting on the sides... xx

Sitting on the edges of the Nothing... xx

Laying on the edge of Nothing
Trapped in telling... xxx

Laying on the edge of Nothing
Trapped in whispering
The name of you... xx

Laying on the edge of Nothing
Trapped in whispering
The Call of you
Sinkink in the orange wilderness
and the xxx

Laying on the edge of Nothing,
Trapped in whispering
The Call of you,
Sinking in the orange wilderness,
With this strange awarness;
Not to get too closely.
It can be deadly.

When a pictures says a thousand words

Copyright: AP

Thoughts at lunch

With my stomach awfully full I leant back terribly satisfied after lunch. I was smiling like a small kid and didn't have a thing in my head. Words just wandered through my ears and I did not care about them. They were like small blews on your face when laying on the beach and enjoying the roar of the ocean.

Then I activated myself and from the state of siesta I turned my attention to the others.

She's a nice girl, oh look at that shoes, yes she always wearing those terrific yellow skirt, then he turned to her and said, after he broke up and run away before he wore again that shirt with a green Martian on it, in front of their eyes who said this and that and how crazy is who thinks she is nice and can get away with that and those which are of course, terrible things in the eyes of this and this, I like him but he shouldn't do this and those little annoying things, and he could take a bath some times, but really I do like him just these things are making me angry all the time I feel I can not spend not even one more minute with him, but really, I like him...

For the first time since months I felt I did not belong to this group.

And I felt very lucky that I could have that wondeful dinner. Some people are dying because of hunger out there.

Photo By Charles C. Ebbets: Lunch atop a Skyscraper, 1932

Scratches

When the world conspirated against you,
When you miss everything,
The tram, the bus, the underground,
When just 1 minute, all you need,
And a good word,
When the last handrails are broken,
When you feel you are just standing
and watching as the things rush,
When chaos is pillaging in your mind
burning the sweet memories,

Lie down to the street and watch the blue sky.
And grab a beer. Tomorrow is close by.