I have just found, inside my agenda, a rough paper. A letter of some kind. A few words. Words to you, as always. Words left unspoken, unsaid, undelivered, as many I wrote, before and after the ones I’ve just found.
When have I written them? I have absolutely no idea. But for the words I have completely forgot about and now read, it seems to be a note I wanted to post to you, once you were not answering to my e-mails.
Well, I haven’t heard from you I don’t even remember for how long. It’s incredible how these words still make sense after so long. After have written then for so long, and after so long since I last heard from you.
The date I didn’t write. It really doesn’t matter. Time is just something to guide us in life, to have a perception of things passing us by. For me, as for anyone, I believe, time is relative.
So, without a clue of the date when these words were written, this is what was written:
‘Hi, are you not talking to me? I hope you are not upset… Or maybe you are! Is it because of that e-mail I have sent you, where I said I miss you? I am sorry if I did upset you… I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what to feel. I am not smart, really, I am honestly stupid. But I just didn’t want you to stop talking to me!
I hope you have said something to me by the time you got this letter. If not, please do!
The way I said goodbye doesn’t matter.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Dare to dare me?
…or so it says about me…
Girl.
In love.
Heartbroken.
Sitting under an olive tree.
Wishing.
Waiting.
Hoping you would be doing the same.
Or maybe not…
Do you want to play truth or dare?
Dare me!!!
Because the truth is that I’m all broken, and that I can’t feel anything…
Girl.
In love.
Heartbroken.
Sitting under an olive tree.
Wishing.
Waiting.
Hoping you would be doing the same.
Or maybe not…
Do you want to play truth or dare?
Dare me!!!
Because the truth is that I’m all broken, and that I can’t feel anything…
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Feeling extremely Indigo these days
Or is it an Indian?
Or a Nomad?
A Saint?
Something in between, perhaps.
Ghost, Indigo Girls
There’s a letter on the desktop
That I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to
In our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams
And the Mississippi’s mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
At a place that you could walk across
With five steps down
And I guess that’s how you started
Like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me
And I start to drown
And there’s not enough room
In this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost
And time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits
I need you the most
I’m in love with your ghost
I’m in love with your ghost
Dark and dangerous like a secret
That gets whispered in a hush
(don’t tell a soul)
When I wake the things I dream about you
Last night make me blush
(don’t tell a soul)
And you kiss me like a lover
Then you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river
Play your memory like a piper
And I feel it like a sickness
How this love is killing me
I’d walk into the fingers
Of you fire willingly
And dance the edge of sanity
I’ve never been this close
I’m in love with your ghost
Unknowing captor
You never know how much you
Pierce my spirit
But I can’t touch you
Can you hear it
A cry to be free
Oh I’m forever under lock and key
As you pass through me
Now I see your face before me
I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island
As the sand beneath me slips
As I burn up in your presence
And I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles
With you always at my heels
This bitter pill I swallow
Is the silence that I keep
It poisons me I can’t swim free
The river is too deep
Though I’m baptized by your touch
I am no worse than most
In love with your ghost
You are shadowing my dreams
(in love with your ghost)
(in love with your ghost)
(in love with your ghost)
Or a Nomad?
A Saint?
Something in between, perhaps.
Ghost, Indigo Girls
There’s a letter on the desktop
That I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to
In our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams
And the Mississippi’s mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
At a place that you could walk across
With five steps down
And I guess that’s how you started
Like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me
And I start to drown
And there’s not enough room
In this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost
And time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits
I need you the most
I’m in love with your ghost
I’m in love with your ghost
Dark and dangerous like a secret
That gets whispered in a hush
(don’t tell a soul)
When I wake the things I dream about you
Last night make me blush
(don’t tell a soul)
And you kiss me like a lover
Then you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river
Play your memory like a piper
And I feel it like a sickness
How this love is killing me
I’d walk into the fingers
Of you fire willingly
And dance the edge of sanity
I’ve never been this close
I’m in love with your ghost
Unknowing captor
You never know how much you
Pierce my spirit
But I can’t touch you
Can you hear it
A cry to be free
Oh I’m forever under lock and key
As you pass through me
Now I see your face before me
I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island
As the sand beneath me slips
As I burn up in your presence
And I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles
With you always at my heels
This bitter pill I swallow
Is the silence that I keep
It poisons me I can’t swim free
The river is too deep
Though I’m baptized by your touch
I am no worse than most
In love with your ghost
You are shadowing my dreams
(in love with your ghost)
(in love with your ghost)
(in love with your ghost)
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
In Retrospective...
Pain from pearls – hey little girl
How much have you grown
Pain from pearls – hey little girl
Flowers for the ones you know
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
Secret staircase, running high
You had a hiding place
Secret staircase, running low
But they all know now you’re inside
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
Skipping stones, we know the price now
And any sin will do
How much further, if you can spin
How much further, if you are smooth
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
What would replace the rent with the stars above
Replace the need with love
Replace the anger with the tide
Replace the ones, the ones, the ones, that you love
Ah, the ones that you love
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
Hold on now
Are you on fire
From all the years
And what would you give
For your kid fears
What would you give
For your kid fears
What would you give
For your kid fears
What would you give for your kid fears
Your kid fears
Hey kids
Hold on
Amy Ray
It’s awful quiet here don’t you think?
Yes, it’s awful quiet here since love fell asleep…
How much have you grown
Pain from pearls – hey little girl
Flowers for the ones you know
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
Secret staircase, running high
You had a hiding place
Secret staircase, running low
But they all know now you’re inside
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
Skipping stones, we know the price now
And any sin will do
How much further, if you can spin
How much further, if you are smooth
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
What would replace the rent with the stars above
Replace the need with love
Replace the anger with the tide
Replace the ones, the ones, the ones, that you love
Ah, the ones that you love
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
Hold on now
Are you on fire
From all the years
And what would you give
For your kid fears
What would you give
For your kid fears
What would you give
For your kid fears
What would you give for your kid fears
Your kid fears
Hey kids
Hold on
Amy Ray
It’s awful quiet here don’t you think?
Yes, it’s awful quiet here since love fell asleep…
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