Fortune teller

"Show me your hand"..a furtune teller once said, reading my life's file
You are kind and happy, fate will try to steal your smile
You will be betrayed, many times, will fight, try to run alone your life's mile.

You will resist, you are brave, you are born to be strong and smart
You will love, again and again, will donate all your soul and heart
All will adore you, no one will follow your trip, will decide to leave all apart

Your feet will tremble and balance under earthquake's shock, love and hate
Sunshine will come into your life when you surrender to your mysterious fate
A crucial reversal will wake you up, soon to be discovered by your soulmate.

You will feel the passion, the regret, the sorrow deep
He will appear from nowhere will kiss you softly in your sleep
Will both decide to make a start, leave behind the storm, lead the ship.

True love will come late in your life, but will stay there till the end
Your match so perfect, complete; will forget words like "fear", "lies" and "pretend"
Together will find happiness and peace, will breath and live as one head.

Extend

Extending your thoughts behind your life imagination and limits is a difficult task.
Living as blind walkers in our lonely routine trip.
Handicapped by useless societal and moral necessities.
Prisoners of lost expectations in our body and soul.
Afraid of exposing, dreaming, daring, risking, living.
Persons that we would never select to have as our best friends.

Look around.
Thousands are walking the same time as you walk.
Hundreds are making love the same time as you do.
Millions are talking the same time you try to speak louder.
How do you differentiate yourself?

Have you ever wondered where is your real happiness hidden and why you are not looking for it?
What is the right time to become the amazing person you meet everyday and you never uncover?
How you devote yourself to the purpose of transforming yourself to the hero you admire?
What is your talent, the sectors you are gifted in and why you keep denying them?
What is the tricky point that guides you to all those that you always dreamed of?
Why you leave your body thirsty when you are dying for love and passion?
When do you expect to live the way you wish, break free, enjoy?
What is your spirit whispering every night before you sleep?
When you expect to follow your real passion inside you?
What about extending your life to see what is behind?
You are not curious enough?
Then just breath.

I love this song. 
You are a great piano player. 

Don't know about the piano. 
What is important for me 
is to be a good traveler... 

Precious present

What are you hiding at your back?
I have brought something for you.
What is it?
Something that I'm sure you like.
How do you know?
This is what I've heard about women.
Is it chocolates?
No, but I will buy you some if you like.
Is it the love songs disk we talked about?
No, but I will search everywhere to bring it to you.
It really doesn't matter. Whatever it is, I will keep it all my life.
It is not possible.
Why?
They say nothing last forever, but I don't believe it.
Tell me, I am anxious to see it.
I brought you some flowers.
So beautiful. Wish I could keep them forever.
I promise to bring you flowers everyday if this makes you smile.
I will always smile. The most precious present is you.

Will you marry me when we get older?
Of course I will. You are my man.
We will always be together. I will take care of you. I will make you happy.

Never forget your innocence. 
Speak like a child. 
Mean every word you say. 
Make dreams. 
Love deeply. 
It's free. 

Stranger

You seem so familiar.

I’m a stranger.

Have we ever met?

Sure we did.

I don’t remember you.

You have met me many times.

Is this possible?

I’m the one you are wishing for, but you never focused.

Did I have to?

You should.

Who are you?

I’m the one you pass by, but you never see.

Why I haven’t seen you?

You always seem so absorbed, so busy to notice.

I want to meet you.

Then open your eyes and this time look. 

Puzzle

You stand alone. 

You have succeeded all your life targets.

You spent your life fighting to prove your value. 

You are successful, or at least you feel you are. 

You have everything. 

You should be happy now. 

You are not. 

You feel more alone than ever. 

You know well how to hide your fears. 

You are fed by shallow desires of one night. 

You try to balance your life in fake emotions. 

You fool yourself that you reached your life purpose. 

You sit down and think. 

You meet with your familiar silence. 

Υοu face your deepest truth. 

You are always feeling something is missing. 

You can now see clearly. 

You will never be complete. 

You miss one piece. 

The most precious one.

The one that you left to drop behind. 

The one that was hiding all your secrets. 

The one that was watching your game silently. 

The one that you neglected when you had the time. 

The one that touched you so deeply and you denied. 

The one that accepted you as you were, incomplete.

The one that your soul was praying for day and night. 

The one that you always thought will be there for you.

The one that you easily forgot lost in your expectations. 

The one that you chased but left behind again to use it latter. 

The one that you never realized its value until you lost it forever.

The one that is now stuck on the floor; heavy, lonely, silent, proud.  

The one that will never complete your puzzle in your life's chessboard. 

Black Ribbon

Are you afraid of the unknown?

I do. 

You seem so strong. You smile. Don't you care?

I do. 

Do you remember those precious moments that we shared?

I do. 

I feel lonely. What about you?

I do. 

Never seeing you again is the most unbearable pain. Do you feel the same way?

I do. 

I will go on. I have no other choice. Do you forgive me?

I do. 

A black ribbon around my neck today to honor our love and goodbye. Do you think I should keep it forever?

I do. 

Why you always say "I do"? 

I say what I will never hear from you again. And you have every reason for it. And this kills me. 

Passion Bet

Let your senses uncovered, hold my hand

Resurrect, discover my new mysterious land

Travel my path, explore me, don’t feel shy

Confess me all your sins, make me cry

Come closer, guide me, draw my skin

Admit it, you will never resist in our eternal sin

Hear your passion, escape, be mine

Dominate me, dare, shape our dreams’ line

We match in a devil way, let yourself betray

In our addicted lust I will always obey

Devote, think of your most sinful desire

Make it real, break free, boost the fire

Liberate your fears, untie your true aim

Let us be one, surrender to our thirsty flame

You are my new love, complete me; let yourself die

In my body, in my soul, don’t pretend and lie

Live my body, feel its spasm and let behind

All your worries, past and mind

Touch my end, hug my breath in the dark

Listen to my heartbeat, feel free, bet your mark

Discover

your 

sensual 

existence

beyond 

your

limits.

Bet. 

Dare

to 

loose. 

Freeze

If I could freeze heart, it would be that time

You hold me tight, fragile and broken, made it align

If I could freeze life, it would be yours

To keep it mine, to bestride our dreams’ horse

If I could freeze soul, it would be ours

The one we had, killed by years and hours

If I could freeze love, it would be mine

The one I felt in our first touch, eternal divine

If I could freeze time, it would be the eve

Before I go, before you leave

Life bottle

The perception of life is a personal thing. It is like a bottle of wine and reflects the way you choose to perform its sensory analysis. 

There are many people that always like to see the bottle half empty. The bottle has not finished yet and they are worrying about ordering another one. They find no pleasure in it but tasting it in isolation, even among crowd or friends. Their senses are their worst enemy. They knock on their door and they repel them as undesirable visitors. Senses soon go away and never come back. Their glass seem invisible; just the cheap vehicle that transfers their liquid medication into their mouth. Its weight is heavier than steel, insufferable. They are anxious to drink and diminish this unbearable pain. They only see its liquid nature as a prisoner that needs to escape. They drink it quickly to satisfy their thirst, to heal from their sick reality, their addiction to misery; their only shelter to hide their insecurities. They surrender to their overpowering need for alcohol, their closest friend. They try to resurrect their weak being. Stuck in their past, they drink to forget; they drink to exorcise their ghosts.

There are others that always believe the bottle is half full. They don't need another one. This is enough and priceless. They are social drinkers, life lovers; they love sharing it as the ultimate symbol of their hearty nature. Their senses are activated every moment. They pause and focus on each step. They touch softly their glass; they admire its shape, its miraculous content. They swirl it gently and they are amazed to follow its crazy dance within its space limits. They feel its light weight as holding the most fragile and precious thing, being thankful for what is offered to them; their most honorable gift. They admire its fluid magnificence that reflects the unshaped potential of their life. They liberate themselves to be seduced by its essential soul components. They are ecstatic by its aroma and they are lost in its emerging bouquet of flavors. Tasting flight is an exotic trip. Every sip is a unique fantasy that unlocks their infinite power. They close their eyes and enjoy it as it is their last one. They are positive thinkers; optimism is their only nature and choice. They drink to create new unforgettable moments.

Now open your life bottle, taste it and give the scoring. 

Drink it slowly. 

There will not be a second one. 

Sapiosexual

I am neither handsome, nor rich, always busy, rather the type of guy you should avoid.

I like you. Your insightful, incisive, inquisitive, irreverent mind. Your wise and intelligent nature. 

Why? What I offer you?

You make me think. You travel me. You teach me. You make me admire you. I'm so proud you exist. 

We haven’t shared common experiences in life. 

Who told you common experiences are enough to create strong bonds?

What is stronger?

Communication. Wit. Clever talks, questions, answers. Evil sense of humor. 

What made you fall in love with me?

The stronger aphrodisiac that keeps me tied. I will always surrender. Your brain. 

*Sapiosexual:

(latin)
sapien = wise or intelligent 
sexualis = relating to the sexes

Gap

You spend all your day trying to think.

You have to analyze all possible paths, routes, bridges and walls.

You must make decisions for your life.

You look around you.

You realize you are alone.

You feel lonely.

You go out for a quick walk.

You meet some people.

You call them friends.

You like their company.

You hope that you will feel better.

You will forget.

You try to communicate.
You pretend.

You know that.

You present your usual icon.

You are fine and happy.
You try to hide your fears.
You hate yourself for doing this.

You need to speak.
You decide to be brave.

You know these are your friends.

You have chosen them.

You love them.

You trust them.

You do? 

You don’t know exactly what you feel.

You are confused. 
You know deep inside. 

You use them to fill your empty moments.

You want to change this.

You want to come closer.

You want them to know.

You want them to be part of your life.

You open your mouth.

You try to say something.

You freeze.

You hide anxiously your frightened intention.

You have lost the chance one more time. 

You face terrified the dark side of yourself.

You feel so ashamed.

You can not share anything with them.

You prefer to stay speechless.

You prefer to hear them.

You want to be invisible, safe.

You feel exhausted knowing the truth.

You are loosing the fight with your mind. 

You face your worst nightmare.

You have lost your identity.

You can not share your thoughts.
You can not present your heart. 
You have one?

You believe no one can help you.

You are afraid of others' reaction.

You see yourself as a reflection of their ghosts.

You feel that your emotions are all that you have.
You think that speaking may destroy their potential.
You are terrified that their and your words will haunt you.

You feel beaten, defeated.

You are too weak to admit it.

You do not dare to expose yourself.

You don’t want to destroy the face you have created.

You soon realize that you are alone.
You have no friends.
You are noone among them.

You can not trust anyone.

You live just for yourself.

You suddenly realize something that terrifies you worse.

You do not dare to speak to yourself either.  

You have just rejected this silent speechless friend too. 
You feel sad. 

You understand that you have to deal with it. 

You know the secret.  
You look forward to it. 
You return back home. 

You open your laptop.

Here you are again.

Secure in your couch.

Spending time.
Thirsty behind your screen.
Ready to confess to those that don't know you.
Those that you will never meet.
Those that accept you.
The way you present yourself.
You trust them more than anyone.
You depend on them.
You are addicted.
Safe among the unknown.
You are happy in your virtual life.
And you hate your real one.
You feel peaceful.
Alone.
Behind your miserable mask.
Away from your real friends.
Avoiding to think.
Avoiding to live.
Relaxed in your familiar dark and silent room.
You look for yourself.
You are absent.
In the gap you created.

Wake up! your instict shouts. 
Honor your life trip! 
Get up! 
Go out there!
Meet your real friends!
Make them friends again!
Expose yourself! 
Confess! 
Live! 

Life 
begins 
at
the 
end
of
your
comfort
zone.

Small

Are you feeling too small, or your surrounding is too big?

You try to look around, understand, participate, hear, speak…

You fight to present the glory of yourself. 

Become someone. 

Prove the reason behind your existence.

To whom?

Where are you? Your body follows you, or you follow it?

A headache; just your thoughts trying to escape. Always. 

Your  feelings betray you the next second.

You want to be the one that others dreamed about you. 

Who exactly? What about your real wishes? Do you have any?

Why you are not happy in your successful quietness?

Want to dissappear; which direction will lead you to nowhere? 

You look at the light and you decide to follow it.

Going back is a game for loosers. 

Unexplored is the challenge.

You make your trip, experience, enjoy.You spend your life. 

You soon realize one thing. You are too small. 

Noone is really watching you; noone follows your trip. 

Except maybe your parents and people that really love you. Who are they? 

Accept it, live with it, go on. Be thankful, simple, humble.
Stop pretending you know everything, you 're the best, you can save the world. 

Your world is you, and a bunch of those little precious you usually deny. 

You feed yourself with your real dreams, those that you forgot; every day. 

You still remain small.

Curtain

Is the curtain closed or open?
I'm thinking of our moments often

We both made mistakes
The result now full of aches

Our love started from the end
Lost in desire without pretend

Naive, we let our passion slop
Now guilty searching hope

My impulse inside commands
I took our destiny in my hands

Wanted to follow my vision
Finally I chose your decision

It should have been ours
I was counting hours

My mind and soul in pain
Life was rolling in my vein

Thought you cared
I felt alone and scared

Was not seeing clearly
I paid it dearly

Wanted you to be close
The end came in one dose

I asked you to leave it behind
Needed some peace of mind

Time to heal and rest
We are strong, deserve the best

Now afraid to make a plan
I know I miss our fun

Life played its most cruel game
If it's true our feelings will remain

If fate give us a chance
This time we'll try to make it last

We 'll give it time to grow
Will follow our emotions flow

We'll hear each others voice
Decisions will be only common choice

If our story recounts a new start
Will be yours with all my heart

Our trip will guide us longer
We will come out of it stronger

Together will fight the worry
We both deserve a sorry

Defragment

Sometimes all you need is a good wine, some friends around and a great appetite to live out of bounds.

You need to spend some time with familiarity, forget all your worries and become a child again.

You need to laugh out loud and speak without thinking, recovering embarrassing secrets.  

You need to dance like no one is watching you, becoming ridiculous till you fall down. 
You need to share funny stories and stupid moments and humiliate the present.
You need to sing, no matter how out of tune and terrible you‘re heard.

You need to repeat the words "marvellous" and "perfect" many times. 
You know you will feel ashamed the next day, but you don’t care.

You need to set yourself free, without rules, without hesitations.

You need to spend some time with your carefree nature. 
You need to feel like you‘re just reborn and clean.
You need to break free through your exposure.
You need to let all toxic thoughts go away. 
You need to mess around and just look.
You need to forget your ordinary life.
You need to live with all your senses.
You need to play with your limits.
You need to spoil yourself. 

You focus on present. 
This time is all yours.

You refill yourself.
You feel alive. 

You go on. 

Defragment finished.

Don't 

take 

yourself

too 

seriously.

You

miss 

life. 

Time

Turning back...

Am I proud?
Did I enjoy love?
What changed me?
How I reacted to fears?
Did I follow the right path?
Which actions defined me?
When was the right moment?
Did I live my life as I wished?
Which rules governed my life?
What I did wrong that kills me?
Did I have the courage to forget?
What places I should have visited?
Are good moments more than bad?
What I should have chosen instead?
Which talks should have been made?
Did I treat well those that I care about?
Which words should have stayed unspoken?
Which ones that left really deserved to be with?
Which ones that stayed loved me truly after all?
Why I treated everyone else so well except myself?
Who was the one that really touched my heart and soul?
What was the most significant and precious moment I lived?
When was I expecting to take off the black cloth from my eyes?
Why I didn't understand that life is too short to spend it regretting?

Moving forward...

Will I give all my best to become the one that I am dreaming of?
Will I have the courage to prove to myself who I really am?
Will I be thankful for all the miracles I was blessed to live?
Will I find a way to be balance logic and emotion?
Will I be patient and respectful to people I love?
Will I ever repay the happiness I received?
Will my mistakes remind me how to live?
Will I guide myself closer to my desires?
Will I forgive those that made me cry?
Will my passion show me the way?
Which choices will determine me?
Will I be faithful to my believes?
Will I recover my real face?
Will I fight or just follow?
What I wish for myself?
Will I break the rules?
Will I keep walking?
Will I be stronger?
Will I know how?
Will I fight fears?
Will I be happy?
Will I succeed?
Will I love?
Will I live?

Dear past, thank you for your lessons, 

Dear future, I am ready. 

One o' clock, time to live my present.