"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

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from where comes my pain of living?

from where comes my pain of living?
from the depths of my heart
my one and only eye left intact
in this sick blurry world.
through snowing ashes I can see a shimmering sky,
midst death and distruction I can still dream
of a whole life, of different red sunsets,
of colours rising from the white noises.
torment, for I can see the truth,
for I can feel my heartbeat
painfully alive.

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memyselfandela, 2012

D’où vient ma douleur vivre,  Benjamin M. Prewitt

http://benjaminprewitt.com/2012/12/12/dou-vient-ma-douleur-vivre/

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You are a shining star

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Did you smile today?

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Thought

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Love

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I’m Thankful

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The human heart, Charles Bukowski

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Here’s to the past

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One thing many people have problems with is letting go of the past. They spend years in a numb state, in a phase of denial when things in their lives are very painful and very obvious.

Why? Is it fear? Or lack of energy? Or pain? Can one keep on living like that, comfortably numb?
Just wonder: if you don’t make room in your heart, don’t untie from the pain in your past, don’t make order in your own life, how can you keep your mental health, have energy to keep on living or have room for a beautiful future?

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memyselfandela, 2012


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Thought

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Nek – Notte di febbraio

“You are with me, it’s early, besides, what’s the rush?
even if outside the car it’s been raining for an hour
and we yearn slowly for home
(for) a candle to be lit
and put off afterwards
Like an illusion after rivers of resentment
you’re inside that life I’d like
splendid vision in a desert of pain
I shiver just thinking you’re there
Warm me up and then I’ll do the same
take me, I’m defenceless now
and talk to me about you: the life you dreamt of
it was this one, next to me, wasn’t it?
don’t say it
Like an illusion after rivers of resentment
you’re inside that life I’d like
splendid vision in a desert of pain
I shiver just thinking you’re there
To talk to you while the world blooms
to tell you you’re not alone and you know it
now your skin, all the rest flies by…
and in the middle of the nowhere only us…
in the distance, a light gives off poetry:
don’t go away
Like an illusion after rivers of resentment
you’re inside that life I’d like
splendid vision in a desert of pain
I shiver just thinking you’re there
To talk to you while the world blooms
to tell you you’re not alone and you know it
now your skin, all the rest flies by…”

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Black & White

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I’ll be there

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I’ll dance you with the fascination of minds, my hand stretching towards you in your darkest hour…
I’ll be in our entwined bodies, in my lips kissing the tears streaming on your face, helping you break every evil circle of your life…
I’ll get you out of hell, put my chest between you and this world, whispering prayers to keep you safe …
I’ll be in the heart that waits for you come home, in the mind that tells you the truth, in the eyes blind to others but true only to you…
Don’t look for me,  love,  I’ll be there.

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100 words

memyselfandela, 2012


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Take the right path

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Love

meet me

in the middle of the road

in the middle of the distance

in the middle of nowhere

and never leave me again.

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memyselfandela, 2012

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