"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

Posts tagged “Pain

Tea

She had not written for many days, weeks, months, it felt rather like eons. Struck by a fierce silence, she didn’t find the words any more. Painful silence, coming from deeper than the words can say. From deep within where thoughts do not have time or do not dare to descend in normal days that gallop worst than wild horses. Life seems to have stopped and unfolded in front of her eyes with a sort of cruelty that she did not know how to swallow. Cruelty or acute sarcasm. As if life itself would have smiled at her with half a face and smashed her badly with a slap coming from the opposite side.

Yes, life is sarcastic and unfair. Who told you that there are happy ending stories? There may be many fairy tales, but not many real happy endings. She did her best to make things happen but at some point she understood that she has no power over life itself, that life is a far bigger force than she can even understand with her mind and that all she can do is to accept with humiliation that in some ways she has lost the battles long before they have even begun.

Shredded often between her beautiful imagination and the cruel reality, she had learned that the most powerful thing one can do in this life is to survive. And the most crazy to dream. She has never dared to lay on paper all her thoughts, out of fear that if she would have done so, maybe the whole reality would have cracked over her. Yet in moments when nobody noticed her, she has dared to close her eyes and without a word to imagine a parallel world where everything was different than in this one.

There was in the end no lesson she could have cascaded on others. No great wisdom and no big prise. She had only learned that she knew nothing and as such, she stopped talking about life. She stopped complaining and equally she stopped rejoicing. She had reached a state of acceptance that was similar to the shell of a tortoise, trying to keep the very core of her far away, deeply hidden from any pain.

In an untold resilience her spirit has lost many other souls, even the ones she has loved the most. Their voice has faded just as sudden as it has made itself heard. Their presence has stopped shining a warmth of goodness and joy in her existence. Yet she was adamant she did not lose them completely and she will once again have the blessing of meeting them all. In her fantasy at least.

On the corner of a little table hidden in a tea room where nobody stopped today because of the horrible weather, she broke her silence, but allowed the secrets to remain in the deep hidden corners of her soul, brewing there, unknown to others, yet ready to emerge one day, truly full of magic.

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500 words, memyselfandela, November 2014


Lunatic

The absolute solitude embraces the caryatids but has not forgotten the smile in your eyes.
I spend my days with my rebel freedom, with the stone kings and the frozen time.
Life continues to pulsate in the depths of my heartless veins.
On the same stairs where you were holding my hand
The rain has replaced the sound of your footsteps beside me.
Your wish for happiness has not yet extinguished my soul.
I write like a lunatic on the corner of every table I happen to find,
In the silent places where I have once been with you.
Lunatic. Yes, I am a lunatic. The absolute lunatic for loving you.

insanity

111 words, memyselfandela, February 2014

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WHY????

This happens in Lebanon… Why ??? We humans are said to be inteligent and wise…
What are we if such atrocities happen? What does it say about humanity???

And they say that if you save a life you saved the whole world…

Source : http://piazzadcara.wordpress.com/2012/04/14/pope-rat-in-lebanon-franklin-lamb/


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PAIN feat. Anette Olzon – Follow Me


Proud Of My Broken Heart

“Proud of my broken heart,
since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain,
I did not feel?
till thee.
Proud of my night,
since thou, with moons,
dos’t shake it.
Not to partake thy passion,
-my humility.”
– Sad Love Poems
by Emily Dickinson


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The Cardigans – Live And Learn

“I stared into the light
To kill some of my pain
It was all in vain
Cause no senses remain
But an ache in my body
And regret on my mind
But I’ll be fine
Cause I live and I learn
Yes I live and I learn
If you live you will learn
I live and I learn…”


Jeune lionne – l’ amour , Nichita Stanescu

Jeune lionne, l’amour

a sauté sur moi.

Elle m’avait guetté, toute tendue,

depuis quelque temps dejà.

Ses blancs crocs, elle me les a enfocés dans la face,

aujourd’hui la lionne m’a mordu la face.

Et brusquement la nature

se tourna en cercles tout autour

de moi, tantôt plus large et tantôt plus près

tout comme des eaux serrées.

Et le regard jaillit en haut,

arc-en-ciel coupé en deux,

par l’ouie aussi rencontre,

des alouettes tout près.

J’ai porte la main à mon sourcil,

à ma tempe, à mon menton aussi,

mais la main ne les reconnaît plus.

Et elle glisse inconsciemment

sur un désert rayonnant,

sur lequel passe en douceur

une lionne cuivrée

aux perfides mouvements,

pour un temps

et un autre temps…