
Dreams. Movies. You are the director. The creator. Υou are carried away by the cruel plot. You are still present in the script of your life, though. This is your dream.

The smile betrays mute joy. Wrapped in thousands messages. A hug. A port. Calms the fears. A kiss turned to a hull to load trips.

Not fill the air, because you define your own life without you stay stuck in past. That's why you discover loaded words of life and colors -which wars against shadows that you 're not afraid of to scribble-leading to paint your own table, a world that is yours.
Matthew Ryan - All of That Means Nothing Now

I am still next to you, in these eyes that agreed the love, lots of inexorable kilometers fluttering like a sheet in the range that hides the straight.

Illuminated as they're with no shade to designate something terrestrial.A shine such as a garniture defeat the time.There is nothing old at all. It's because of you that just became a new birth.

You leave your thoughts like you leave from a station, like the signs you have on your calendar. Afew words that seperate the spaces between the lines. Abandoned words like those who didn't dare.