Points de vue.

Parfois, je ne sais pas quoi penser.
Saître-toi me fait mauvais.
Grandir, continuer, aimer, avancer
Tout avec quel objectif?
Mais, à fin du voyage, nous tous fini de la même façon.
On finit tout s e u l.

Gone with the wind.

Creativeless minds were supposed to be a crime. We don't believe in it anymore, we're just lonely souls with no control.
Whatever had happened to you, what'd happened to me..we've come a long way, just to hear that you don't care.
How come you don't care about it no more? Is it possible to love without everything and all?
We ain't never going to find out, 'cause the precise moment we are aware is the moment we let it go. A bit fatalistic, but we realize just the moment they're gone.

Aucune nouvelle actualité.

Un terible chaos dans nos esprits,
sans le minimal réflexe d'amour.
Combien complexe peut-être croître?
Croître et rester statique.
Rester statique éternellement.

F.

Seeds that are supposed to grow. I wanna grow with them, among them, above them..but most of the time: beside them. Maybe some other phase will pass me by, but it keeps gettin harder and harder. When you keep losing and losing. Beting on the wrong numbers. And thinking that a bouquet will do. An orchid that does not grown roots. But never the less, you feed it, you water it. You even start to love it..then you come to your sense. A flower is still a flower even when nobody's around.

Fabuleux !

Me siento fantástico, de otro mundo. Totalmente desvirtuado.
Estos primeros minutos del día son geniales.
No puedo recordar quién soy, qué hice.
De vez en cuando me gustaría quedarme en estos minutos por años,
por lapsos, por tiempos, por v i d a s.

Supercomunicaciones.

Deberíamos estar solos más seguido. Para ver lo que nos hace falta, para tener en claro lo que queremos y necesitamos. Deberíamos estar solos más seguido, porque a fin de cuentas somos nosotros nuestros únicos y peores enemigos.
Deberíamos estar con nosotros mismos más seguido, eso sería buena práctica. Hablarnos, escucharnos, repensarnos como uno.

Una interesante teoría, pero deberíamos estar solos más seguido..

Different ways of love.

I need something to concentrate my mind. This never-ending, perfect and amazing chaos. A mix between me and everything else. I don't know why I'm feeling fine, guess it's something natural. Filters, arrangements, words, changes, bottles and more words and filters. Crossing my mind in just a second. Just resisting ain't our function, we must live 'till our mouths falls in a great smile, 'till a shoulder appears when we're sick and tired of crying alone, 'till someone picks you up when you're still quite not ready. We shall live violently.

I shall live untill this very moment, when I realized I've lived too much.

Now I'm just a soul with nowhere to run, I'm a body with no disguize. Rushing ain't the best way out, but it was my way. I don't want you to be afraid. It was just my way out, I hope sometime you'll understand.