...as long as there's tomorrow

Voices roaring somewhere in the forests of the brain, recounting to me stories of presence that should be erased only in the wealth of my melancholy. A lost apple of my eye who needs to return and fit in this flesh, to complete my youth yet again, only to prove me wrong…

And this soul burns in epic flames, asking for beauty when there are no fears around. A familiar touch of lips offering fresh air, power to restore lost faith in desolate grounds. Renewed look protected safe and secure in the high keep of the moans from the past, times where everything else was fading into nonsense, everything but the two of us. A cry to be saved from the nothing I’ve become, meaningless as the thought itself…

This dreamer knows when a dream is over, forevermore… as long as there’s tomorrow, hopes belong to someone else. Looking deep inside this wrinkled heart, I know only too well… there’s no desire, nor drive or any remnant of a feeling left behind… at least not for you…

Las islas de Ti

Dreams merge with lives made of flesh. They acquire fabric, body, scents. They’re alive, existing forevermore. In this world, in this life, dreams become that force which drives us, they conquer reality… irrevocably!

Dreaming the same dream with you, only there I find my adoration in divinity; there I meet my true self… inside you, deeply, firmly, completely! Moderation has never been in my vocabulary. When it comes to you, I’m famished and greedy! I want it, I need it all – everything that you have;)

For those who love too much, gamble to lose everything :*

Forevermore

Regardless of the origin, my nonselective nature accepts memories; ticklish sensations twisting me untidily even more with everything and anything, in everything and anything. Wireless connections unraveling true human nature, vivid in its totality, wild and free. In these eyes, rainbow is made out of anything, and colors were never exiled from this soul. So I love, forevermore…

Because in this youth, right now, impatience and curiosity truly are an asset… they drive fast in an even louder groove. Burning, because I can…

In here the tide is always high, and that stormy sea out there is beckoning. So, you see… I am welcome!