"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for November 25, 2012


Maybe the only way we know how much we love is by feeling how much we miss the loved one.

May your day be bright and may you all be loved.


I know nothing

and I don’t know how to love you,

I just love you

like  a desert that dies for a drop of rain

like a blind man that thirsts for light

like  a child that hungers for an embrace.

I know nothing,




memyselfandela, 2012

under a wild sky

¬ my solitary thoughts

feed on sorrow

under a wild sky

under a deserted moon

my humble soul

surrenders helpless

in a storm of feelings¬


memyselfandela, 2010

There’s a solitude of space, Emily Dickinsen

There is a solitude of space

A solitude of sea

A solitude of death, but these

Society shall be

Compared with that profounder site

That polar privacy

A soul admitted to itself —

Finite infinity.”

Pain, Emily Dickenson

“Pain has an element of blank;

It cannot recollect

When it began,

or if there were

A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,

Its infinite realms contain

Its past, enlightened to perceive

New periods of pain.”

We lose, Emily Dickenson

“We lose–because we win–

Gamblers–recollecting which

Toss their dice again!”

The Corrs – Little Wing

Little Wing

~ Little soul, fast beating heart, lost,

Fallen from your shelter,

Ruffled, unable to make it alone,

Little heart crying for protection

Resting on my hand, on a stranger’s hand,

Scared…Do not worry,

God watches over you…

God is here, Little wing.~

memyselfandela, 2010

soul of mine

~ soul of mine, love of mine
take my eyes and see your life.
I closed them, you see through them.
I became silent, you speak.
all of my words died on my lips
I got dark, I melted, I dissapeared
you go find me, you go search for me.
I fell asleep, you wake up
I died, you come back to life
I blinded, you tell me what color the light has
see through my eyes, your eyes.


memyselfandela, 2010

One EskimO – “Kandi”

Expressions of my life - An evolution of art.


As my passion drips from my finger tips like the paint I’ve come to love
Of cherub hips and ruby lips and hair as soft as doves
Does the ocean drive us apart or create a new start of thing to come and thing a to go
all the things I’d like to know
of thoughts and dreams and things in between
like nights of pillow fights
And Slow walks on sandy beach
Of borders and hard grasp reaches
Or a rocky cove and oceans deep these are the things I’ve chose.
Photo pulled from favim.com

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