you always told me this

I have died too many times believing and waiting, waiting in a room staring at a cracked ceiling waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound … going wild inside.
- Out of the arms of one love, Charles Bukowski

undo the hurt...go back and love

i forgot who i was along the way. it was all you. something happened. i wanted to grow up but i realized , i am who i am and growing up won't change that. If only I didn't make mistakes and if ONLY we could try again... I would like to dream. All my riches for her smiles

as we pass each other in the streets in silence

“ There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things — things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real. The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts — tear ducts — to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes — then we ask: “Will this sadness which makes me cry — will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out — will it ever end?” The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end. Twin Peaks

“ You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always think of you. J.M. Barrie

My love is as deep as the ocean . You already know that...

I need you so much closer.

“ I would like to be soft and warm. I would be terrified to be that way. I could be hurt if I were soft and warm. I could be hurt by something other than myself. It is harder to be soft than it is to be hard. I could be hurt by something other than myself. James Frey

keith richards.

I love his book... I love this picture...

see into the dark.follow your eyes

“ When I see you, the world stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. James Frey
“She was alone and still, gazing out to sea; and when she felt his presence and the worship of his eyes her eyes turned to him in quiet sufferance of his gaze, without shame or wantonness.” — James Joyce

nene . its ok to still dream

Love Sonnet XI

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”

— Pablo Neruda