"Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone."
Charlie Chaplin
Friday, December 14, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Fallen. . .
A tiny bird fallen from a tall tree hosting a small nest;
Right after a sudden cruel rain;
Would all the world get together to find him his mother if he screamed all the way?
Who would stop and care, for a tiny scream, let out from the bottom of a tiny heart,
right after a loud rain?
Right after a sudden cruel rain;
Would all the world get together to find him his mother if he screamed all the way?
Who would stop and care, for a tiny scream, let out from the bottom of a tiny heart,
right after a loud rain?
Friday, September 28, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Making up the arrangement. . .
Somebody must ask, why waste time thinking on how to sort out this puzzle, when all the pieces have the same straight edge?
Friday, September 7, 2012
Pain. . .
I'd call it a parasite. Once it gets in, it stays; it lives with you, it grows in you, and it eats you little by little by little...
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
The infinity onion
Eyes can't see a thing, filled with the mist from peeling this onion; the never ending one!
Monday, July 30, 2012
The hunter
This hunter comes every once in a while, looking for the old prey; just to kill it the same way he did before. And he goes away, only to come back again. . .
Thursday, May 31, 2012
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