Friday, November 25, 2011

One nail drives out another


Sometimes I wish this was just another story of a boy meets a girl.Without your past. Without mine.

But I can't pretend you to stop loving her, when I haven't even stopped loving him.
And this feeling of impossibility grows bigger, and the fear of being unable to occupy her place is becoming more real. 
But who knows, if we had never hated each other, if we had never discussed, if I could bear you at all, perhaps none of this had happened.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Turning point.




And one false step could spell disaster. But no matter what, you still have to stay the course and forge your own path. Because there's no going back now. And it looks like this one's going to be the ride of our lives.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Glücklich.

And it feels like one of those good sighs, a relief.
It feels great.

I feel HAPPY :)

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Sempre sulla mia mente.

The clock is ticking and the countdown is ending.
The question is burning my mind.
                                   Should I see you?

                                                             Should I see you?
                                                                                               Should I see you?
                                                                                                                                       Should I see you?

Squeezed brain, wounded heart.

Thursday, November 3, 2011




It makes you blind, it does you in, it makes you think you're pretty tough.
It makes you prone to crime and sin, it makes you say things off the cuff.
It's very small and made of glass and grossly over-advertised.
It turns a genius to an ass and makes a fool think he is wise.

It could make you regret your birth, or turn cartwheels in your best suit.
It costs a lot more than it's worth and yet there is no substitute.
They keep it on a higher shelf, the older and more pure it grows.
It has no color in itself, but it can make you see rainbows.

You can find it on the Bowery or you can find it at Elaine's. 
It makes your words more flowery, it makes the sun shine, makes it rain.
You just get out what they put in and they never put in enough.




Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love






Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Sarchicha.


Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things.