Archive for February 2012

Small announcement


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I'm changing the link of the blog with the blog title (remnants-and-ashes). FYI.

Deflection


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Enormous skies slip from your thoughts into my own, like a huge riddle or a mass that invades my brain and lifts me off the ground. Sir, where are your thoughts taking me? It's like you're degrading my reflections or sending them to exile, punishing me for having allowed my imagination to swim, and you preferred to rather make me soar, in your everything, and my nowhere. Happy?
I don't even recognize the colors in you, they breathe into me like a rainbow, except that I can't breathe; can a rainbow choke you into a coma? I'm not making sense. Shock me awake, please.
The upper I fly, the more depressing it gets; that doesn't happen, are we from opposite worlds?
Or maybe I'm deflecting.
I'm not making sense. I'm not making sense.

Sir, are you there?



Loneliness is misunderstood


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You are lonely not when you desert people

You're lonely when you talk to too many people.


Ten Questions


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  1. Can you choose your dreams before sleep?
  2. How can you guarantee the ending if you cannot even philosophize about the beginning?
  3. When the sky turns amber, is it really a sign of anger or just a vague ending for the day?
  4. Does not having war necessarily mean peace?
  5. How is an issue tackled with silence?
  6. It's really hard sometimes to distinguish words from silence, isn't it?
  7. Would you judge me if I said I'd judge you by the book you're reading?
  8. How many lines did you read and never felt? Or shall I ask the opposite question?
  9. Did you ever wish for colors to resemble real emotions?
  10. When was the last time you really, really, thought about your death?
Felt that? Read again. Simple math.

Clowns


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Sometimes it's clowns that laugh at the crowd not the other way round.

Show me Your Common Sense


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I'm the word in bold

and you're the word in italic,

I wonder which one of us wins.


Intro


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I write words down on paper to kill them, or so that someone else would be brave enough to save them. You can say I'm a words killer - and sometimes a poet.

Reflections don't bleed, they linger


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  1. After seeing people like you, I'm pretty damn sure you won't feel sympathy in your heart over my death for this country.
  2. Stop the whys and ask the hows, please.
  3. It's a bit ironic to say that the best things I write are always when I don't write.
  4. You might have learned your lesson, but you're acting upon it the wrong way, which pushes you back to point zero.
  5. Insanity is bulletproof, too.
  6. Let's be honest here, we'll never agree to disagree.
  7. When governments disagree, only people pay the price.
  8. To me, you walk anticlockwise.
  9. I judge you by the book you're reading
  10. Being a writer sometimes makes you wonder if you're a prisoner of words or words are a prisoner of you.
  11. Sometimes things that don't make sense in this life are the only things that make sense
  12. you've gotta run out of your "if only's" one day.
  13. The more people you know, the more faces you will have to deal with in your own persona.
  14. I don't know how you do it, but you do. You inspire so beautifully that it's so devastating.
  15. The worst part about growing up is not when you don't understand people's behaviors, but when you don't understand your own.
  16. Do not expect more, expect less. Or better, expect nothing. At all.

Those are some thoughts written on twitter, I thought I'd save them just for a memory :)

Rationalizing (I)


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It's raining stupidity

Oh, I envy the ignorant.

Their bliss.