Sunday, May 04, 2008

We make the future, but we can not change the future.

Friday, March 07, 2008

I was reading here after some months and I was thinking that .... these are not answers, there are questions; whatever that means ...

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

There are certain songs that when I'm listening to them, I just can't help it but to imagine a crowd dancing to it, a huge crowd.
"He walks amongst us, but he is not one of us"
To those who know what they want
To those who know who they are

Friday, November 16, 2007


Confess that you are a weak creature, that you don't know where you have come from and where you lead. Confess that you don't know what happens when you die, that you don't even know if it is a bad thing. Heaven and hell my ass, that's just an imagination. One that suits your greedy soul, a soul that wants answers, right now; the one who needs prophets.

When you love someone and you lose him/her, you feel sad; you are feeling sad for yourself.
This house belongs to me after certain hours.
I thought you knew it.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Some produce the symbols, as images of the reality in another world. The others, incapable of seeing it like the way it meant to be, get it too serious and there are unexpected consequences, in the opposite direction. Ignorance is not only a bliss, it can become a philosophy.
Only when you don't intend to change people, is when you can get to know them.
She saw that I could become, and then she made me.
I'll do it all over again, if that's what it takes.

Monday, October 08, 2007

A professional lover or a selfish motherfucker?

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Running to .... or running from?

Monday, September 17, 2007

To all the things I have not finished.
Alone, but not lonely

Monday, August 27, 2007

Try like you gonna live forever, depend like you gonna die tomorrow.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Trust your fucking senses man!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Wanting what I like badly, just like a child. I wish my mother could do something, like she used to do.

Sunday, July 29, 2007


Even I don't feel it, I just see the consequences.
When the sky turns to black, little demons leave their hidings. They lead you to dangerous games your mind has created through time. You just have never dared to play them. The little demons smell like revenge.
Make your chioce, pay the price, alone.