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if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.
Flames so high, so hot
that they turn green
and blue;
I hope darling
I really do
that you realize
that's the way i feel
for you
So much thrive
never ending
quest for the
impeccable
that we do
my love
we do
for the vast and divine world
around us
that gave us life and keeps us
guessing
do not get me wrong darling
i just wanna say;
imperfection
is a wonderful
blessing.
Perhaps, looking at the peak of the mountain can sometimes shroud the very present path only man can walk.
Crowd's clapping
People and children laughing
as if they were savages celebrating
sacrifice for the old gods
Only I remain silent, uninterested
without shape, without attitude
as a newborn
I watch them, lost
Lost as a wanderer
I cannot rest
nor breathe
They all seem to be fullfiled
with redundance
Only I am lost
Lost as a wanderer

Put me out of misery
Empty, my foolish heart
I fell like a lunatic
Poeple of this world are
enlightened by stars and moolight
Only me, darkened by sun
Only I, remain silent
in the darkness
desolate as a desert
abandoned and driven

I can bear that pain
I can let go that anchor
and finally set her free
'cause she listens
if you whisper gently

the very essence of her
will guide me;
only when
my ears are opened
*humbly
Fragments of mind
8th of January, 20:26, Dominican Republic
I have nothing to
take you;
Only things to borrow
But when you'll manage
to find me
it comes with the sorrow
Now
I must say
I have many dreams
but
There is one
close and dear
of mine

to meet her never again
but
at the end of our lives
just
to ask her how was life
how was love
and she wouldn't have
to ask me the same;
but
regardless she gladly
would and without any
hesitation
at all
and after that
we would just
sit there and watch
realizing
how
much
precious
life
was
and
is.
knowing, when to stop;
to lull our desire to sleep
is crucial secret
for eternity

For when it's something overdosed
in a man's face
usually  
there is also
lack in a
back of his
head
deficiency = excess
they become one (true), when equalled
Be empty, yet filled
What's more peaceful, than
sitting next to the river
and hear her flowing?

What's more satisfying, than
reading a book that endorses
you the deepest?

What's more heartwarming, than
seeing someone striving for
the better good?

What's more tragic, than
seeing these ones become
hollow?
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