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pieces of my own

So there I was

Looking straight into your eyes

Before you could say a word

I told you my first goodbye

Just as you think it was the end

No my dear friend

It was a morning or first sun ray

A chapter in a book or something like that

Maybe I started confusion

Maybe some new mind revolution

Probably change in us that we waited for a long time

A touch, a dance, a kiss - would you also like some?

highlights

My dear, there's so much I would love to say, but since you know me best, you know I won't say a word.  Also of everything that happened before, I do not wish to rush too fast. I write stories of which you have  known before, only this time I share some of  the true me in them. And you know that there's still that part of me who doubts and scares myself. I do still manage to convince myself with a little foolishness. I could put this all in more difficult riddles and metaphores, but I highly doubt that you would need that. 

maybe some day

This way I move from day to day without ever realizing how nightly creatures have changed me. They wonder how I manage so easily to avoid them. There's no art in that, thats the way I have always done. Only few of them, would dare to notice. Few would try to change me on purpose, but they would fail. You can't change something that doesn't want to be changed. Have I become weaker in my own mind to miss these self made illusions and mindless sets of dissolutions? And what if when I come out in sun it burns me and all the creatures that dared to follow me?

gravity

One night again I can feel the perfect feeling. One body of two swaying away to music and dance. Wherever you move I move. I don't have to think anymore, my body moves there by itself. After an hour or two we're left the only ones over here, but just a little secret from me is that all this time it felt like there never was anyone else. Just us and music, but even here I would say I didn't hear a single song.  And after it all walking home I wished for cold wind to cool me down. If not to cool down then just dance one more dance just like in those long lost dreams. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFbI5qt53lk

surreal world

Sometimes I feel like I live in some surreal world. I feel like my mind inhabits this strange body, that doesn't feel like mine. What is going on I think then. I feel like sometimes I'm at the wrong place with the wrong people. Mirrors weirdly become my enemies, they don't seem to really show who I am. They can only show this body that I don't think belongs to me. Only at some few unexplainable moments of my life I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. 

Maybe it's all only in my mind.

a little bit of Africa

"Deep in the Forest / The drums play strong / It is sacred / The whiteness of the moon / Has been tied to the darkness / The mystery of the night / Is found on her body / And in her eyes as well / In her heart a child cries / A cry of loneliness / Bissau is sleeping but doesn't know it / My child, my love, you are sleeping / And not knowing it"

nothing bad will happen

Sometimes I forget where I am. Even worse sometimes I forget where I want to be. I have no excuse for being here and not moving forward. Have no excuse for forgetting about dreams I've made. So I would not forget anymore I have to put reminders and notes all around me. Who knows maybe eventually I'll remember to get where I wanted to be.

when we could stay?

I'm a little butterfly, that takes your heart from the first sight. I seem so wild and free, yet so fragile. Story behind me is a different kind, but when you lay your hands on me, watch out and don't brake my little wings. When you hear the stories of me, remember what my real mission is. It's to bring a little summer in your life, a little smile. I'm the one who for a moment gives you a reason to forget everything else. Don't try to get your heart close to mine, cause soon I'll move on to warm up somebody elses day. Someone like me is not for keep, I'm just a fleeing memory for a day when there's nothing better.

flying too high

For a little moment, a second or a half, a world around me dissapears into nothing. As a person that I am, I change from what you know of me.  If you look deep enough you can notice how world slowly dissolves, it turns into useless pieces. I start feeling that magical rush running through my body, I become lighter than the feather of a bird. If you cannot see, it means you've never been there. For a little moment I sway into music so deep that it feels I'll never get out. I hear every note of the melody,  it becomes a part of me. For a second or a half I for myself become real. I become perfect. My little mind only then can start believing that everything is possible.