Amigo Absoluto

It’s time For a new light Connection Solidarity Strength, confidence and certainty Wisdom is my part Making connection with the new time Making connection with the world Pioneering spirit For a new light It’s time by Geert Meijer 30-10-2016 Picture by Sarolta Ban

“Don't you know, If you don't step outside yourself,  you'll never discover who you are” ― José Saramago, The Tale of the Unknown Island  Photography © Denitsa Toshirova

Immortality is to live your life doing good things,  and leaving your mark behind. ~ Brandon Lee

Can you hear my soul speak Is yours in tune with mine Do you feel the same connection That so often feels divine Do I walk along a lonely path On this road of plans and schemes Or do we journey on together With kindred hopes and dreams Can you hear my heart speak Hear the words of love I hide Deep beneath my sultry skin I wish they'd make their way outside So you might hear the truth In a world so full of lies As I brought those words to life You could look into my eyes I long to let you know How I really feel At night the words upon my tongue In daylight seem unreal I wish that I could let you See behind the shades I wear I'm sure you'd feel so comfortable With the woman behind there Some people seem just like a book So open true and pure At times you seem unreadable As though hide behind a door That you refuse to open To avoid a brand new start Sometimes it makes me wonder If she still has your heart I wish you could read my body And the s...

~ In una notte bianca ~ Strinsi le mani sotto la scura veletta… ” Perché sei pallida quest’oggi? ” Perché di acerba tristezza l’ho ubriacato sino a stordirlo. Come dimenticare?  Eglì usci barcollando, con le labbra contratte dalla pena. Io corsi giù  senza sfiorare la ringhiera, corsi dietro a lui sino al portone. Ansimando gridai : “Tutto è stato uno scherzo. Se te ne andrai morirò.” ~ On a white night ~ I clasped my hands under the dark veil ... "Why are you pale today? " Because of sour sadness I got drunk up to stun him. How to forget? He came staggering out, with lips contracted by the penalty. I ran down without touching the railing, run behind him to the door. Panting, I shouted: "Everything was a joke. If you leave, I will die. " "Sketches of Anna Akhmatova ", 1911 - Amedeo Modigliani

…in the bottom of my soul, …there’s an intense and invisible grief, a sadness like the sound of someone crying in a dark room. —  Fernando Pessoa, from ‘The Book of Disquiet’

Beneath the Water © E.L. I chose to forget I drowned the memories forcing them beneath the water holding them against their will as they struggled as they fought as they clawed at me and reached their tentacles around my heart still I held them down I would not relent I would not let them breathe one breath but I suffered for their death each memory was part of mind and piece of heart my life tied to theirs each memory that I chose to forget -photo via Arts and Photography via FB Like the Night