i miei pensieri

What I do, Now and then, Some rhythm, To rock and roll. Books, To get drunk, From alluring pages. Conversation, To keep me intact, With outside world. Chocolate, Balance my sugar level, Both for body and mouth. So I am not much of socialist, But, I have millions thoughts running, Few friends to attend. That makes me human, Not a pretty soul but yes a human. Little unique, Totally unpredictable, But hey I still am the kindest. xoxo Myself.

The free bird leaps  on the back of the wind  and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bi...

You know how you want things to get erased,  For once and all. I failed miserably, Some things I will always remember. Maybe it's an ode, To something precious, To you,  For being my everything,  Someone I will never forget. Now I hope, With distance,  I won't see you nor you with anyone. I will live,  Not having to worry to bump into you or you with someone else. Guess after months I couldn't get rid of that fear. I wish you every happiness,  This maybe a final good-bye, At least be a good person, To yourself. Always painful, Awfully​ painful, Even after months and almost a year.