Dark Side

To intimately know the vices and the flaws and to contain them; and one day: not to. But to release them, let them free.

Lisbon

Fiction

I have no time to be real

I only know how to look up

don't know how I got here, don't know where to go

somewhere, Stockholm

Silence

to master speed is truly to to know what life is

Every beginning is poetry

I am the bird of inoccence that floats in the air, so bright And yet I am dark as dusk and gloomy as the night But the night might be clear and great like the ones we see in dreams It is in those nights we go with fate through its torturous streams Could I be a silent bird and still speak the words of dawn Indeed I could if I stand the night and at sunrise am not gone Much meaning would that have fulfilled with a secret symbol That we must unveil to find a pass so nimble, like the dawn itself For I find meaning certain and clear - to me a bird so mere That the night is my only house and the dawn, her daughter, my lovely spouse

at a diner