I always thought that art teachers are doing so well with their life.
Then I found out why.
Because they know if they do something wrong they have to do their best to make it right again.
Just one line that isn't straight can mess it up, but you have to go over it, learn how to correct it, try it again,
And... I'm not talking about a drawing.

I don't fall in love.
I demand.
I don't kiss.
I devour.
I don't smile.
I smirk.
I don't hold hands.
I take away.

The thing about life isn't how or with who you spend it,
But it's all about how you think about it.
If you want love, being in love is a nice feeling,
But that doesn't mean that he will love you too.
If you want to have money, being rich gives you lots of opportunities,
But that doesn't mean you'll be happy.
If you want to be anything, you can be it,
But don't be disappointed if you lose everything.
This thing about life that not many understand is that if you want it, you can get it, but never expect that to give you complete happiness.

I can't remember the first night
after our break-up.
I don't know if I slept peacefully
Or if I had nightmares
Or if I slept at all.

But I can't forget the nights I spent
Next to you,
In the warmth of our embrace
How the pleasant dreams
Would fill our nights
And our feelings
Would fill our hearts
That, I thought, sang the same song.

But now I know we have different colors
Which paint our destinies.
When my baby-blue mixed
With your crimson-red
They made a single dark-pink line
To be the proof of our union.

He drowns in the ashes of his own existence,
He breathes the bitter charcoal imbued in gas
And only the flame of love could've ignited the wings of knowledge.
The colors of our merging were painting his new destiny
When he looked at the sky and didn't speak anymore;
He had his mouth sewn and his body tied with a thread of sound
And darkness feathers and the soul of us:
He sewed it himself with his necrotic hand
Because only in death we could've existed as a being.

I've tasted the abyss which trickled on his fingers,
But he couldn't resist it so he conquered the exil.
He fell in the univers, leaving behind a flaming arrow
To burn my sky and life, burying me in the ashes of a past love.

None but the thought left by you helps me find my hope,
Only the illusion of love still burns inside me with purple flames,
And my blood started to ignite our memory,
Covered by the fog of pain and happiness moans.
When black whispers fill my heart and soul,
His violet touch crushing my mellow bones,
Shaped and painted also by him,
Then just the yearning assails me and I remeber
....you'll be next to me, still in the hot sheets from last night.

It's not about love, nor about hate;
It's about you and me, together;
About the things around us,
Which are not yet written under the stars;
About death and sun, moon and life.

We were lost in the world by loving;
We were mad and drunk in love,
Flying in the high sky, without questioning,
Not trying to run away.
We were one.

We resist the abyss, concurring the exile,
Seeing the other par of the world,
Being engaged by death,
Entombed by marriage.

It's cold and aching
Yet lovely and freeing,
To feel each breath
When you're in love.

Beacuse it's different, and you know
How every time you think of them
Your heart beats a bit more loudly,
Your lungs take in a bit more air,
Your blood feels a bit more warm
And your head is just a bit more light.

So how can you say you don't feel it?
When you're clearly glowing
And when you see stars all around,
You know you forget yourself in that feeling
And it is like heaven resided in your heart.

Smile, when your heart is tight,
You are just a bit more in love.

The ugly love will break your heart.
The reckless love will melt your heart.
But neither of them won't cause you pain.
Because what will hurt you
will be the love you seek but never get.
The love of a crush you can never forget,
The love of your parent who abandoned you,
The love of a star you can never regret looking at.
And you'll let tears run down you cheeks,
Or maybe you'll suffer without a word.
But when you won't hurt,
You'll despair.
Because the lack of your feelings
Is nothing.
All void and empty,
Without something to remaind you
Of what you used to be:
A human that could love.

What has happened with all the kings
And queens and their palaces and kingdoms?
What has happened with their greatness and majesty?
They all fell, when their crowns were too heavy to be carried.
When I search for someone to serve,
I bow down to pick up the power
They left there for those worthy of it.
I am held on a cloud by the Gods as
They let me taste from their cup.
Because that means to be a true king.

We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
What's one more second in this exile?
It's death, maybe it's love,
It's pleasure, but I can't belive you still exist,
I can't decide, I can't stay,
I know I stayed here for too long, I know it too well...
I'm a prisoner in the loop of my time,
With my mind and soul like a cage,
I don't know what can I do to escape.
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to be.
I want to be seen by them all, without anything else.

We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
Oh, how much I want you to stay in my time,
To be here together,
For me not to be alone,
To give us that lost second.
But what is one more second in this exile.

If life would be as easy as mathematics,
I would be an expert.
If it was so exact and concrete,
If everything went according to a formula,
I would waltz through problems.
But it isn't. I stare deep into the dark sky
And wonder.
Why is it so hard?
Why won't there be a shortcut
Or and algorithm.
Because I'm so lost,
That neither the best mathematician can help me.

A universe with laced dresses
Hanged on trees with chosen souls,
Then abandoned on bone boxes.

A universe with looks and bodies,
With fires and carbon, with stars and sun,
Because all of them burn under frail touches.

A universe with squares and rounds,
All of them spinning, playing, jumping,
Without life or death, without being.

A universe with colored flowers
Or on the ground painted with soul
And sweet whispers left as a title.

A universe with dance and art
And faces without words or being,
With silent pleasure or suffering.

A new universe, ambiguous, where humans don't exist.

I can't watch now anything
More then broken, without time or knowledge cubes.
And there were blocks and objects and everything,
Nothing to satisfy my curiosity,
We wanted more, us, all, together,
To discover, to evolve,
And maybe it was possible.
Before all of these things that are stopping us.
When our minds were open
And let the new worlds get inside,
Without borders, full of magic
And of that thing that made us smile,
Hope and belive.... That made us children.

I breathe and choke
with the coal that burns my lungs.
I smile as ashes cover my face and limbs
Entering my mouth.
As I taste the bitter flavor of coal and dirt
My life is slowly  flowing out of myself.
Yet the fire,
It's so tempting.
I'm running to the fire,
Touching it, feeling it,
Tasting it.

My soul left, because of the voices in my head.
They told it, it's not needed, they bullied it, till it decided to take off.
And when it left, oh Chuck , I felt so empty.

I didn't die, but I couldn't say I was alive neither.
I was crying without feeling sad,
I was smiling just because that I was supposed to do.

But at night, the same voices in my head,
Were trying to make me go too.
They weren't afraid of dying,
Because they promised to haunt me forever
They made me look in the mirror as
What people called 'life' was dripping away from me.

And it was true. They kept me company forever.

Oh, my lover, turn around, look at me once more.

Don't look at me, look at us, together.

Under small touches of love and soul,

Give me a last kiss, the last chance of life.
And don't dare let me go, let the parfume of  linden and jasmine,

Take you thought of leaving and come back to me.

Let us be one, to exist one with another, not as two, but as one being.

But you left, leaving me in our bed,
Imbued with your parfume and my
soul.

With longing flowing on the cheeks you used to caress,

With the memory of what made my insides tickle

And gave me wings to hope.

But how can I still hope? Hope that you will come back, my lover,
How can I still breath? Breath if it isn't the same air as yours,
And I know that you won't come back, leaving me to drown in my own bitterness.

We were pushed into time,
Simple and plain, oh, how complex could it be?
We were lost and never found
But we never lost each other.
It was love that kept us unite,
It was love that broke us.
Suddenly I found myself alone,
And I knew that you didn't thought of me anymore.
I felt that dull pain,
The one that every woman feels when her hopes are stolen away.
I didn't cry, I just sat there quietly
And I decided that it's better to jump in time alone.

He always looks me in the eyes,
Thinking that he owns me.
I smile like a fool, half believing it.
I ask him if he will be there for me
And he looks away, with his eternal dark smile.
"No, love, I won't."

No message.
Feeling half empty on the inside,
You look at your phone two times per minute.
You ask yourself if it's your fault,
You search for a trace of him
And nothing
As if death took him away
No one can find him
Nothing leads to him.
So you wait.
For that message that says:"I'm fine."