Take.Me.Anywhere

The way I love can shock. I love in a way people don't get. But when I love is in a way, Even I don't know if it is love or hate. The way I love  Is bigger than mountains It can climb trees And get through it like nothing. Worlds of fantasy I make... Since the moment I love. Think the best of the one, That made me shiver from top to above. I know, everyone thinks I'm crazy: "There's no way you can love so much" But if you only knew... The way I love is also the way I hate... I can love everything,  As in Shakeaspeare's romances. But if my heart gets hurt, The world just collapses. I still don't know, How to balance my heart. But finding equilibrium there, Is harder than you living after you die.

I am falling... I am diving... After the splash  I feel the deep silence. Everything so calm. Everything so dark. I am alone. Alone makes me a target. Do not know what is surrounding me. May attack, may protect. Keep diving. Keep getting darker. No help. Just me to care.

Be still and know that I'm with you Be still and know that I am here Be still and know that I'm with you Be still, be still, and know When darkness comes upon you And covers you with fear and shame Be still and know that I'm with you And I will say your name If terror falls upon your bed And sleep no longer comes Remember all the words I said Be still, be still, and know And when you go through the valley And the shadow comes down from the hill If morning never comes to be Be still, be still, be still If you forget the way to go And lose where you came from If no one is standing beside you Be still and know I am Be still and know that I'm with you Be still and know I am

2016. A new year. For me a new year is simply the sequence of seasons.  Not the "new year" meaning of people thinking they are going then to be "that someone", they are waiting to be for years, but only in dreams... It's a sequence of Winter, the time of hibernation, when you keep close the most loved ones you have and traditions pop out;  Spring, the renascence, the feeling of summer coming near, the smell of flowers and a light breathing...the sun; Summer, always expecting sun, sun always trying to cover everything, drying nature but blossoming everything, the smell of fruit, of sand, of people being more loose and chill... And Finally, Autumn, with his silent and classy movements...No one notices him until leafs starting to get yellow. The time of falling things, the time of loosing and trying to live with that loss. Autumn is when people start to see the year ending. It's a reflection time, mixed with the hope that things stil...

I am no good, I am no "nice", And even when I try, My gentleness is not kind. I may be caring, I may be good. But deep down in me, I see a blackhole. People expect a person, I know I am pretending. It's so easy to trick, The soul intended! And what is a "s ometimes", Sometimes become an "always", What can I do now? I'm stuck in a hallway... Imagine a forest... The sky is covered, Help is faraway. There's no being guided. And now tell me  "What would you do  If you were me  And I would be you?" Would you quite, Or would you find a way, Of being happy, In this non-happy place?  I know I abuse, I know I tend to shock, But if you knew. What is inside of my corpse.  I tend then to appear, Only when I'm good. But always remember, What I first said to you...