Spring awakening

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today is calling me,
it punches my shoulder,
screaming “it’s time, it’s time!!”

What for?, I don’t get it,
but someone whispers in my ear:
get up Lazy Ass and leave a sign.

All right, I’ve got it: LifE,
I’ll crunch you, I’ll kiss you,
I’ll hold you so tight:.. Love YOU!

Into the wild song Society

Eddie Vedder Society song

I have no more words to say,

only tears that drop

down on my face,

’cause this feeling

is of a lost

’cause we’ve lost everything,

not having freedom anymore.

We live longer,

we study,

we chat

we write

on this pc

on this plastic thing

and we dream

about grass

and sky

and sea..

so, what to say more?

Christopher McCandless rest in peace.

About my blog management

I have to spend some words about this blog, I’m worried someone could think I take myself too seriously, or much easier: I’m out of mind.

I’m probably out of mind, but I’m really quite self conscious to know I’m not an artist of any sort or level.

I have ideas, I have thoughts.

I love to have a place where I can put all of it down.

I’m 33, it’s a long time I’m not playing anymore, so, this place is a sort of my kindergarten.

This doesn’t mean I’m a sort of clown, I really feel what I write and the decision I made to use my voice in a poem I wrote it’s only because it’s born this way.

I really don’t think I’m able to sing or anything like that, it’s a share, with a high risk to be pathetic (my thought as well).

I’m not writing all this stuff because of someone words, you’re really too kind to say that, but it’s what I probably had thought myself.

I really long to see some of you find his/her way, because there are great projects in some blog of yours, I’m pretty sure about that.

So, I’m not taking myself too seriously, especially ’cause I’m ignorant, this is not my language and I have no qualification. Great, isn’t it? Or, as some of my country people living abroad say :”In it?” O-O ?

Bye Bye crocodiles

See you later alligators!

On writing thoughts and other stuff

I’m a free writer. I’m free because I write what I like best, I’m free because nobody pays me for that!

I have fantasies in my mind living and going, so I need to write them down, for shearing, for my peace of mynd and for the great pleasure that someone who stops here gives me.

This is my first presentation, but not really, I have another blog in my first (only?) language yet. I’d like to have a try with this one too, we’ll see.

So, good night, ’cause I’m sleeping with open eyes and welcome here.

Felina