TIME TO CALL IT QUITS... REALLY

Your depression sank me in deep and massive gloominess,
Your indifference cooled me down,
Your detachment has made other appear in my dreams.
It's not good, it's not bad, it's just life in this lapse of time.

ONCE UPON A TIME

Two years ago sadness was heavy
it weighed on me -drowning me.
Last year there was a crumb of a feeling
making it light for its bearing.
Today there is no pain
neither gain.

MISSING YOU

No point in repeating my words.
Your eyes,
your words,
your look,
Just you.
Hope you're fine.
No poem, just feelings.
Dumb, useless feelings.
It doesn't hurt no more.
Just emptiness.
The void.
I miss the feeling.
The pointless feeling.

WONDERWALL

And after all.... you're my wonderwall... (What on Earth is a wonderwall?)

I know who is my warmwall.

BROWN

dark chocolate
spicy cinnamon
wood pannels on the wall
plant pots
my eyes fixed on you.

A PIECE OF CAKE

A piece of cake. Not any cake, chocolate cake, to celebrate. Not any chocolate, dark, sugarless chocolate. Well it can not be completely sugarless, but the dark chocolate has to master the all in all flavor. Dark, rich, smooth and velvety flavor. The kind that grasps your tongue and does not let it go. Too rich to have two pieces.

Chocolate cake celebrates anything -weddings, birthdays, graduations- life. A piece on a plate with two forks. Rich enough to share. Each with a cup of coffee, black too. Better if there is no apparent reason to celebrate, just the meeting of two souls in silence, together to enjoy the smoothness, the richness, the velvety taste in a rich chocolate piece of cake.

SEIZURE

I realize when I wake up:
Strong headache
Confusing diziness
Hurting tongue
Emptiness in my stomach.

A need to be with someone I really love and I can really rely on.
I phone my Mom (lucky me she is still around)
I summon my daughter (school is not that far)

They come,
They worry,
They are not happy,
They care,
They look after me,
They feed me,
They let me sleep.

MISPRONUNCIATION

Source of misunderstanding, therefore originator of lack of communication.

QUESTIONS

Is love the same as magic?
Is the heart the body' motor?
Is the hearth the home's motor?
Does the brain need motivation?
Is motivation a kind of motor?
Is the purse a source of infinite pleasures?
Is a juicy amount really necessary?

What on earth do I mean with a motor?

DEFINITIONS

Rescued - deed performed by a princess rescuer. Doesn't have to pertain to royalty. Has to be brave... or mad.
Escape - difficult to accomplish deed on one's own. However it is possible. One has to try.
Option - something else that could be done if possible.

APHORISM XV

Stress is the death of peace.

APHORISM XIV

Exhaustion is the death of limits.

APHORISM XIII

Boredom is the death of motivation.

APHORISM XII

Routine is the death of surprise.

THE FREEZE

My most important tools are freezing due to routine, boredom and exhaustion.
I need to be rescued because escape is not an option.
My heart needs a hearth.
My brain needs a motive.
My purse needs a juicy amount.
My life needs magic.