tasting moments

tasting moments

Then, instead of telling her that "where there was life there was hope, or to let a smile be her umbrella, or that it was always darkest just before the dawn, or anything stupidly pseudo-romantic",

he simply held her.
Because sometimes only holding was best. That was one of the things he had taught that

sometimes it was best to be quiet;
sometimes it was best to just shut your everlasting mouth

...and hang on, hang on, hang on.

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Why is it so important to dream?

Why is it so important to dream?

...because even in the saddest and crappiest place of this earth,

in my dreams we are together.

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Uploaded on Mar 21, 2012

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God on 4 wheels

God on 4 wheels

I’d like to consider the F355 as a scaled down version of God...

...which is actually the result of driving it for 1 week now. LOL

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ten seconds

ten seconds

"Sometimes she'd go a whole day without thinking of him or missing him.

Why not ?

She had quite a full life, and really, he'd often been hard to deal with and hard to live with. And then sometimes a day would come, a gray one (or a sunny one) when she missed him so fiercely she felt empty, not a woman at all anymore but just a dead tree filled with cold November blow.

She felt like that now, felt like hollering his name and hollering him home, and her heart turned sick with the thought of the years ahead and she wondered what good love was if it came to this,

to even
ten seconds
of feeling
like this.
"

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the other half

the other half

i know that i'm here to heal, doctor
and this doesn't look like
i want
to heal

but

if half my heart is here, doctor,
the other half is
with the rest of my thoughts
toward the Motława river

and, every morning, doctor,
every morning
at sunrise, my heart
is shot in the road back

and, every night, doctor,
when the infirmary of the hospital
is deserted
and I wait for her hand to move

when the roads of my old Lecce are asleep

my heart stops
at a run-down old house
near the baltic sea

and then, doctor, after ten years
all I have to offer,
is always
half
of a kiss
of an hug

(when I look at night through the bars
despite the weight of my chest
my heart still beats with the most distant stars)

how am i supposed to heal, doctor.

is there a medicine
for keeping secrets ?

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