23

there is no one at twenty three.

No better song

Pearl Jam - Crazy Mary

Exponential spiral

The more you are, the lonelier you can be.

But, behold!, the lonelier you can be the better you will host your friend.

This is a church

Évora, Portugal

Not to blame

sometimes I wish I could kill my blog.

But sometimes I wish I could kill my self and my blog is not to blame.

Simplicity revisited

He rides again

Pop song '08

We're aiming for the sky! No?
We're just so high! So fast, so numb!
Like the lyrics in the song

We're rocket high, going fast
going places we wanna be
others we didn't even know

We're aiming nowhere
We just kinda got there

And we're so high, going fast
Going steady, even standing
We're always moving, always changing

Just us, just remaining.

No better feeling

Gaining momentum.

The undying brightness

dwells in the most
unsuspecting moment
of you.

Heritage reloaded

Frailty

a much needed word
if one is to say
anything about the world.

Grey is the colour

Crystal Palace Gardens, Porto, Portugal

Death comes to us all

Death comes to you
But mainly not for you

Would that be not the case
And it would be easier:
one can always dance with death
when it comes for us

But when it slights you only
Striking those around you
Those whom you did not yet

learn to lose

Such rage can only be seasoned with tears
And truly, such lesson hardly learnt.

But you know you're only fooling
your depths of darkness and anguish

One day It will come for you
And not only to you.

Pray rage has then given place
To something else

For it would be shameful
To leave life in (such) anger.

Sinead gone hawaiian

Love is everywhere you can see it

near Covent Garden, London, England

Truth be told (v)

life is smoother under the influence.

The neighbourhood forgotten threads

the white light night at, Travessa do Jasmim, Lisbon, Portugal

This here is not the present

Remember this:
for it happened already.

The only reply, an optional comma

As do I you always, love.

As it so remains

rouge et noir, through the looking-glass

There are rivers, there can be bridges

The chairman said:

We will cross that river when we come to it.

A home

You go about the new house
looking, touching, watching for
the things that make a home

The creek of the wood
beneath your feet
The command of your voice
through the walls
would be places to put
the perfect piece of furniture

The rug settles the living room
The bottles on the shelves
amidst the books are original
There are flowers descending
from the lamp in the library

Already clothes mark certain spots
A scarf or loosen tie
A pair of shoes under a table
Hides from visiting friends

When you look out the window
It is now your place you see
Your life on the outside
As yours inside becomes.

Life happens

Over a window, Lisbon, Portugal

What you fear

hubris.

The rumbling and the crumbling

I have been to the edge of the abyss
And did not jump.

For fear of fulfilling it
With my mind.