Keep on dreaming love

I wish I could stay just like this: the music keep on going , always, no stop.
No thinking about , no thinking at all. I don’t need it anymore.
This could be good. Would it be?
Maybe, I don’t really know.
It’s just a wish, just the music and I and all the stories in my mind.
Some love, like those in the dreams, with no past and undefined future.
Those that let you know that are so strong with no words, you feel it in your heart and mind. Passion is everywhere to be caught. Love that has no beginning and no end, just is and will be.
Close your eyes and dream on, ’cause this is not for this world to be.

Dreaming my life

If you look around,
Watch better I say,
You’ll lose the word,
Listen to me I say.

I waked the walls,
up and down,
I crossed the sea,
Through the ground.

You’ll never know
how much I loved
you how much
I need you.

I touched all the lips
every skin I smelled
all the lovers in me
I hold in my heart.

So, I fly away,
in the sweetest breeze
I leave the dream
so I can sleep.

 

the truth in the fantasy

no words to fill the emptiness frozen in me.

reading is my illusion of being more real than my fantasy.

I thought I could do, be, say or sing something impressive.

I’ll never survive my dreams, my fantasies and all the strange little worlds living in.

I’ll be just fine at the end of the journey if someone will know Me.

Take a whisper and breathe it through other ears.

Imagine imagination

I’ve always been a dreamer.

I can put it on 80’s movies, on the books I’ve read since I was a child, the only one, so I had plenty of time to dream about places and people.

I was the hero or the queen? I think I was a sort of god of that world of mine, where my imagination could run free and wild.

Do you dare to think I finished with it? No way!

Let the thoughts be the truth, let the thinking be the way, no buying craps or foolish things, no falling into mac things..

I’ not trying to teach anything at all, I’m the student here!

I just need my dreams, my imagination to be dripped, words, lots of words to make it alive.

I just need to dream and write and read ’till I die.

Please, please let me believe there will be stories to hear Afterlife!