Sapere aude!

What can I do against the charm
Of this love that I so deeply deny…

That I so deeply avoid, and yet
It always comes back to hex me…

I know that I loved, too much
And only I know what I suffered
Because of your love…

Nobody was there
Only I…

I cried, even lost my peace
But I’m the only who know
That nobody ever had more of it
No more than I…

And if we had not loved
And if it were not painful
Had not suffered at all
Had not cried at all

It would be better to be all gone…





“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.” - Henry David Thoreau





Listening to Dave Matthews Band – “The Space Between us”

Occasio aegre offertur, facile amittitur

I do believe that the secret of time is to consume it without knowing.
Is pretend to be infinity so we'll not see it passing through your fingers.
Is to change it to be counted in moments rather than the simplicity of years.

Clocks, Alarms, stopwatch, calendar, days, nights, seasons,
Are all baits so we can imagine how to hold it, control it.

Hourglass, the only truly instrument of time flowing.
Backwards, in its own flow imposing the gravity of
Really having to face the existence of the final grain of sand.
Scratching its perversity in the sand of our fragility.

But time is impartial while pouring down into the hole
Devouring us without any choice of confrontation.
Killing time is to slaughter ourselves senseless
Losing it is to live in the vanity of the common place.

It’s the invisible and precise pointer of life’s sanctity
And a beloved and necessary part of the End.

Its hunger for lust and vanity is insatiable
Its resilient will is key and aim to all sins
And its demands are irrevocable and unanimous.

Lurking in the shadows and souls of every moving being
Into objects that no longer are used or serves its propose
In people, places and sounds that we have never saw or met
In rotting fruit in fields of anger that were never harvested
In the long-forgotten memories that we once treasured
There it is…

And in the end it shows its countenance
In every picture of our memories that are fading away…
In all the children that kept growing despise of all warnings…
In the actions of those that are yet to come into our life…

In the sand that runs through the hourglass
And end up in our empty wrinkled hands...
Leaving us in the sole companion of Pandora and our memories…





"If I found a job, a project, an idea or a person I wanted-I'd have to depend on the whole world. Everything has strings leading to everything else. We're all so tied together. We're all in a net, the net is waiting, and we're pushed into it by one single desire. You want a thing and it's precious to you. Do you know who is standing ready to tear it out of your hands? You can't know, it may be so involved and so far away, but someone is ready, and you're afraid of them all. And you cringe and you crawl and you beg and you accept them-just so they'll let you keep it. And look at whom you come to accept..." - Any Rand - The Fountainhead





Listening to "I've Got you Under my skin" - Frank Sinatra Feat. Bono

Cogitationis poenam nemo patitur

Your love is a truly lie
That my vanity deeply needs…

And mine, like a blind poetry
Cannot be translated to
The language of man…

Because without our love,
I’m nothing…
It’s only love, just love
That can know what is true…

Love is neither good nor evil…

It does not feel envy…

Love is fire
That burns unseen…

It’s a wound that hurts
But cannot be felt…

It’s a joy discontented…

It’s a pain that bothers without hurting…





“To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.” - Victor Hugo, Les Miserables





Listening to Kele – “Everything you wanted”

Liberae sunt nostrae cogitationes

The Winds that sometimes take something that we love

Are the same who bring something that we can learn to love...

So we shouldn't cry for the things that were taken away

And yes learn to love the things we've been given...

Because everything that was truly ours,

Never goes away...





"I don't even know what I was running for - I guess I just felt like it." - J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye





Listening to "Across the Universe" - The Beatles

Duc, sequere, aut de via decede

I’m made of
Broken dreams
Unknown details
And unresolved loves…

I’m a mixture of
Unreasonable cryings
Heart of people
And impulsive acts…

I wait for
Places I don’t know
Experiences I didn’t live
And all people that I haven’t met…

I am
Constant Love and Affection
Pretty distracted
But never stopping…

I had
Sleepless nights
People lost
And accomplished things not promised…

I often
Give up without trying
Run away not to face
And smiled no to cry…

I feel for
Things I didn’t change
Friendships not cherished
Those who I judged
And the things that I said…

I sincerely miss
People I have met
Memories that I forgot
Friends that I lost
And all dreams that were never true…

But I keep living and learning…





"But all this must be suffered by those who profess the stern order of chivalry" & “Everything is artifice or illusion” - Don Quixote – Miguel de Cervantes





Listening to Hoodoo Gurus – “Come Anytime”

Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem

The night falls into the city
Coming from nowhere
And suddenly the day is gone
Going to anyplace…

I didn’t feel hunger
Didn’t feel cold
Sitting in a dark corner
Of a empty room…

Shadows and thoughts
Of a hopeful dream
In the walls echoed…

Leaving just silence
And the remembrance of it…

Between vain streets
That I’m just discovering
The vertigo and dizziness
Sprang up all kinds of images…

That was the only way
To reach the sky and its last star
Everything that I was passing
Remembered me of her…

When the rain falls
In the lonely nights
Remember that I’ll always
Be there…




"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light." - Aristotle Onassis




Listening to Cream - "Sunshine of your Love"

Faber est suae quisque fortunae

Eyes wide shut

So I can find you

I may not be by your side

But I can dream of

Faraway from here

Distant from everywhere

My dreams will reach out

And I’ll always wait for you

I’m not quite sure

If it’s only a illusion

If it’s intuition

Or if now we’re close

But anywhere that I go

I take you in my eyes...

"Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar but never doubt that I love." - W. Shakesphere

Listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival - "Someday Never Comes"