“She fantasized me looking in the mirror. She thought I would see whatever she saw in me; Mirrors lie. They show all physical imperfections, every curve and every unwanted scar. Do they show what is hidden behind my skin? Mirrors cannot show my heart. “
What is your opinion on love in the 21st century?
Last night was exhausting. Perhaps the hot weather and my lack of sleep consumed all the energy in my body. I couldn’t escape though from my mind’s obsessive questions. I decided to have my own trial, respect every law of nature and give my own verdict in the end. It was a trial about my emotional condition but the last thing I remember is arguing about romanticists. I suppose the temptation to close my eyes and sleep conquered me. So, I am asking you. Have your own trial and give me your verdict.
”There is nothing worse than lying to yourself. Once your heart realises it, the chains will seem unbreakable. The key to freedom is admitting the truth to your soul and then; just let go. ”
There are a lot of us who dream of kisses in the rain, cold winters next to the fireplace, long cups of boiling tea and his arm around your shoulder to warm you up. I’m not. I dream of spring blossoms and buds, sweaty nights, long dark roads, drunk people and his abundant laugh competing with the sound of the river waves.
”If you were given a book with the story of your life, would you read the end?” That was the question that went back and forth in my mind the whole day. Then it came to me;
If one day my own daughter asked me; I’d advice her to close the book and burn it. Not as a symbol of burning her whole life down but with the hope to create a new one, or maybe the same one that’s written down, spontaneously, living every moment, creating all her memories, as if she had never lived them again.
“There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
There is that kind of love which keeps you on a permanent competition with the demons around his heart; and that’s the kind of love you never chose to be given.
There is a mystery in the land of tears and it’s called love.
The only way to cross a frozen lake is not by running. Walk slow and admire everything around you. She’ll be waiting.
There are times in life we are obliged to choose the one our mind sees as right and not the one our heart loves! And believe me…I wish I could do the opposite!
Nobody really loves you like the demon inside your head.
(Happy New Year #2014)
We’re condemned to love and be loved. If I had to choose though between the two, I’d choose the second. There is nothing greater than being raised to heavens and brought back to earth as another person every second of the day…
At the end of the road, we crave the love we left somewhere on the way…but then, it’s maybe too late.
“My mother is Love and my father is Pain. I’m the miserable daughter of the Moon and the Sun, Something between Darkness and Light, lost among the stars.”
Love differs. There is pure, passionate, deep, every day love and there is, steep, harsh, painful and exhausting love…
Be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slower to get angry! 🙂