Strangeness is what's still keeping me alive
And making me happy.

Long time,
No me.

Too many secret rooms
Aren't good for your health.

In my place,
Time is running out
Of the rest of space.

There are always three possibilities:
- There is something,
- There is nothing,
- You don't care either way.
Only the third one is worth anything.

Define stupid,
And don't do anything stupid,
And when you do anything stupid,
Redefine stupid.

There was a secret room without any big cupboard in it.
For this reason, the room was angry and jealous of other, even less secret rooms with nice cupboards in them.

Is your book about some adventure involving twins?
- No.
- (Looking disappointed).

I have a clear view of my mess.
Wow, what a mess!
Things are linked, unless they are broken or in my head.
The half of this world is normal and well organised.
I live in the middle of the other half.

I'm smiling in a darkness.
It has an undertone of something illegal and slightly *****.

I am a victim of a long period of reality.
Can I hug you?
Please, can I hug you?

Difficult times,
strange places,
weird people.
But the weather is nice.

She is a woman in her thirties.
Maybe, it's somebody's else thirties.

A look of a train station:
ready to go,
not sure why,
a lot of bad coffee.

In cold blood, I am eating my sandwich.
You might wonder at such a choice of words, but than again, I always wanted to write thrillers. For the time being, I am stuck with my diary.

Go mad,
Then come back and think about it,
But not too much,
Unless one journey isn't enough for you.

It's written,
It's been many times read,
It's still sad,
It's rewritten, it's better,
I think I will stop before going mad.

I took a book,
And I was taken by the book
I took.

The eternal love is not an ad hoc event,
It needs a divine intervention
And two people who are not practically minded.

Being useful and sad,
That's the destiny I am afraid of
The most.

By the way of talking to people
You can get some information or get bored,
Probably both.

I am now at the same point where I've been all the time before, with a feeling of having come back after a long, arduous journey and being therefore completely exhausted.

Every day I get up
To go into myself,
Getting lost there,
And finally giving up,
To begin tomorrow
From the start.

The change of topic is imminent,
Everybody in the room is waiting,
Someone has to do it,
Now, please.

That is just exactly what I thought,
How could you,
How could I not?

I'm not good with people and other stuff.

Books are very useful -
You can throw them,
You can sleep on them,
You can be sniffing them,
Some people were even seen
To read them.

I dedicate this little poem
To everyone who is reading it
Without getting fed up and distressed,
Because the will to read
Is not obvious
By so many people.

You have to be there,
But not too much,
Just a bit, you know,
As such.

I will go, yes, I will go,
I'll be slow, yes, I'll be slow,
I will think, yes, I will think.

there is a silence "before",
there is a silence "after",
there is also a silence-twin,
"in-between".

First time,
I didn't catch your name,
I jumped in the air
An landed on my buttocks.
I tried again,
And sure enough,
I did catch your name,
For all this pain.

The day was short and stupid,
Like most of January's days,
I'd rather stay
From January away.

I know, It sounds crazy.
- But?
- Nothing. It just sounds crazy.

I'm not going back in time
To fetch you,
Hurry up.

The harshest reality
I have to face
Is in my mirror.

I don't want to scratch at the surface, I want to make a big hole and joyfully jump in it.

An awkwardness is the basic human condition, mitigated at times by a wonderful winter blue sky and other such everlasting niceties.

(An appropriate first phrase).
- (An appropriate rejoinder).
- (Weather or whatever else to keep the conversation going).
- (A polite excuse to finally end the misery).
- (A mutual promise to meet sometimes soon, when the weather or whatever else is better).
(Lot of drinking).

There is is a slim line
Between an idiot
And somebody with an awkward sence of humour.

It was a nightmare,
It still is a nightmare,
Even when I am not asleep.

Absurd but sympathetic,
That's how I would like to appear
In your loving eyes.

Why are you hiding from me,
But I still see you everywhere?
You are not good at hiding, are you?

To get livelier, the conversation changed its participants.

Please forgive me, if I... (long pause) Ah, crap. Just forgive me, ok?

I had this nice moment with you,
And then we both woke up,
in different places
and totally ****** at each other.

The only problem with your motives is that you don't understand them.

A woman is different every time
You happen to look at her,
Just look aside and turn your head back,
See? That's another woman!

I love you,
That's basically it.

coffee addicts
will roam these fields,
full of excitement.