Merry Christmas, guys

It's been a terrible year for everybody all around the world

Wasn't different here. Until the end of July.

After that, even in the middle of lonely and isolation, love came back to me.

Suddenly, I'm engaged, full of plans, and more in love than I ever been.

Not everything is perfect but I'm hopeful. And very happy.

I hope love will find a way to your heart too, reader.

Happy holidays 

Happy right now

 🙂

Sea Changes

I'm listening, boy

PS: Another "sea" reference in our recent History

2020

I'm so tired of failure.

The amount of work at this moment is not that high but even so.. I'm not managing well.

high seas

No maps
No borders
No control 

A dream of paradise. No land ahead.


Leading or lost, you don't know.




Everything

is

uncertain

but

love...

Leftovers

I'm feeding on leftovers. Of time, news, love.

I'm so hungry...

Back on those days...

A tape made with the right selection of songs would melt, break or win any heart...

Still got many of them.. plenty of memories.. even though there's no way to listen to them anymore

How do young people do today? A playlist on Spotify?

Awake

I feel like I just woke up from a coma

And the first thing I remembered was a face that I don't know anymore...

A face I have not seen in years.. 

I don't know if such a thing as a lucid coma exists, but it's the closer image I can get for what I'm living since the past week

I woke up

Everything before and during the coma exist simultaneously in my mind right now

And I'm trying to find a place for every memory and every feeling that came back to me

And this face

This persisting face

The face the has never been here and now is everywhere I go

This familiar face

This dear face

That once was my home, my mirror, my face

The face that came to me on the most powerful dream 

to wake me up

When a song describes your fears and anxiety

Sometimes I can't believe my existence
See myself from a distance
I can't get back inside

Sometimes the air is so anxious
All my thoughts are so reckless
And all of my innocence has died

Sometimes I wake at four in the morning
When all the darkness is swarming
And it covers me in fear

Sometimes

Sometimes I'm full of anger and grieving
So far away from believing
That any song will reappear

Sometimes the end is not coming
It's not coming
The end is here

Sometimes

Sometimes when the painted glass shatters
And you're the only thing that matters
But I can't see you through the tears

Sometimes the end is not coming
It's not coming
The end is here

Sometimes

"It's the little things that give you away", by U2

when you least expect..

It takes only one song to bring back the past all over again

Incredible