There's a place in the world where the heart beats, where you remain breathless for all the emotions you feel; where time stops and you have no age.
That place is your arms where the heart doesn't grow old, while the mind never stops dreaming.
Lucky those who will always kiss eachother beyond the lips, leaping over pleasure's boundary, to feed on dreams.
No one is happy, like who knows to be loved.
Those like me look ahead, even if the heart remains always a few steps back.
Those like me never betray, those like me have values that are stuck in the head as if they were pieces of a puzzle, where every single piece has its setting and there it must go. Nothing for them is undertone, nothing is superficial or predictable, not my friends, not my family, not the loves that wanted, that searched, and defended and endured.
Those like me give dreams, even at the cost of being left dreamless... Those like me give their soul, bcause a single soul, is like a drop of water in the desert.
My God, explain me love how you can love the flesh without kissing the spirit.
No one brushes my hair as well as the wind.
I was mad amongst the mad. The mad were deeply mad, some of them were very intellingent. Some of my greatest friendships were born there.
The mad are fun, unlike the demential, that are all out, in the world. I met the demential later on, when I got out!
I always wake up in shape and I lose shape through others.