There are some days when, already from the morning, nostalgia becomes lady of your heart with such a strength that not even the warmth of the sun, the warmest smile, the intensity of an act can send away, and there it remains hoping that the last star of the night will take it away.
They say that the sea is deep. Then try diving into a person, try brushing against their walls and feeling their limits, try peering at their borders and lightly touching his margins. And then you understand that there is no need to turn your gaze to the stars to see infinity.
Madness is like paradise. When you get to the point where you don't care about anything that others may say you're closer to the sky.
You don't lose anything by sending away someone who doesn't care about you, who doesn't deserve us. Sooner or later someone who loves us will arrive!
Sometimes you have more emotions from a look, than from hundreds of caresses.
There are words that said with great nastiness are very hard to forget, especially when you've done nothing to deserve them.
Even this station shall pass painlessly, even this light rain shall pass like pain shall pass.
Some wounds don't heal, they remain. You may look elsewhere, pretend not to see them, you may not feel them, but they're there, and they feel you.
I smile at every new day, because I live in hope, that the people I love, can continue the journey remaining close to me.
There are some people who believe they're special. Other's, silently, are.