I used to dance all night and drink juice and play ping pong and laugh and feel the beginings so near my heart.
I used to be always smiling and always present.
I used to take one sip of wine and feel anxious.
I used to dance from my core, not on any known rhythm to man or ape, but to a rhythm I felt in my heart.
Close to a door I sometimes open to let my hopes out in the sun.
I touch the sun and the sun wrinkles a little bit
my heart is near this sun that rest on waves that never move more than I do.
the waves I love, from the seaside, from the blue and the green and another blue sky.
When my life will end I will take a moment to think of my sea and of my sun on top of snow hills.
When my life will end I will have no regrets.
I am always honest to myself. I am true to myself, even in harder times.
Many times this honesty does not help me. I would prefer to be sofisticated, but I am not. I would prefer to have the voice of a soprano, but for sure will never happen. I would prefer to take less to my heart and more to my mind.
Sometimes I manage, sometimes my blue and red heart is too excited and sometimes it is too much of a woman's heart.
Strawberry yoghurt with pieces of fruit that smell like wild flowers in spring.
Daisies and wild roses that live a static life of beauty and grace. I never envy flowers. I never wanted to be one. I prefer to be a motorbike or a submarine or the sun somedays, when it is winter and it has the courage to glow enough to make his presence felt.
The sun on my skin, touching the waves of my heart. Feeling the wild side, I always try to hide.
I would talk to you, but you never seem
to want to.
I would contradict you
but maybe only to make it fun,
and I would seize it with a smile.
Nothing seems to be normal anymore.
a train that never stops
my thoughts that run away like an wild horse
no way to keep them near
no way to domesticate them
discipline I am told it is the way,
for my actions,
not for my thoughts.
my thoughts run to you, still.
