On the back of an eagle I fly the distance.
On the saddle of a horse I ride along.
Not often I lose my trail.
No path I take is wrong.
But I wonder why I make this journey
with the roots of just a look.
Your eyes may blink and your eyes may shine
your eyes may be connected to mine.
So under a starry sky I make the travel
with cold moonlight on my skin.
What was once my destination
Is not an end but a begin.
maandag 27 augustus 2012
dinsdag 7 augustus 2012
Quote
"Our greatest moments are not those wich are behind us, constantly rewinding in our minds, they are the onces still ahead of us, the onces yet to come and take us by suprise."
zondag 15 juli 2012
Giacomo
Why hide behind beauty's mask
being silent when you speak.
Are you truthful with your heart
or trying to be unique.
Mistress, my mind can't follow
the path yours is taking.
Mistress, you have no idea
how bad my heart is aching.
It dreams and sighs
so desperate in despair
all those sleepless nights
are more than I can bare.
So accept my invitation
and be truthful when you speak.
When I get lost in your eyes
remember it is your heart that I seek.
being silent when you speak.
Are you truthful with your heart
or trying to be unique.
Mistress, my mind can't follow
the path yours is taking.
Mistress, you have no idea
how bad my heart is aching.
It dreams and sighs
so desperate in despair
all those sleepless nights
are more than I can bare.
So accept my invitation
and be truthful when you speak.
When I get lost in your eyes
remember it is your heart that I seek.
donderdag 12 juli 2012
Quote
"Good looks, fancy dresses and tons of make up only leaves the eye shallow, the mind deceived and the heart broken."
woensdag 11 juli 2012
Shattered but not broken
Words thrown out there
sometimes hurt like knives.
They're stabbing and cutting
all through our lives.
But can we hold together
what's already falling apart.
Can we defy this storm
and avoid a broken heart.
Can we make a completeness
out of shattered parts.
Can we make a family
out of single hearts?
sometimes hurt like knives.
They're stabbing and cutting
all through our lives.
But can we hold together
what's already falling apart.
Can we defy this storm
and avoid a broken heart.
Can we make a completeness
out of shattered parts.
Can we make a family
out of single hearts?
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