Photo by Alex Fu on Pexels.com I want to leave a legacy for the fools of this world.For the ones that they’re destined for walking but they had to run.Always in a hurry because the heavy old bus of survival is coming behind them.So fast that they can’t stop, just quick looks on the windows … Continue reading Walk.
Photo by Roman Gruchow on Pexels.com In another woman's hands. Yesterday, I watched the stars. Felt the purity of childhood once again, Felt as virtue of mature men. Glad to see your eyes in the sky, Missed your face, it’s been a while. Strange feeling, deep as roots, As the falling star, in sky fire … Continue reading The night we watched the stars falling.
Photo by Burst on Pexels.com In a state of non return years ago we took the wrong turn If that is life's best, after 67, to live the peaceful & rest seems more glorious dying young in your attempt to rob a bank. For their dividends we are dying old. For the illusion of safety, … Continue reading Cubicle Office life.
Bill Murray & Scarlett Johansson in the last scene of the film ''Lost in Translation''. You change And from goddess you’re becoming mortal Another life’s page Another dimension portal; You change And in a sea of darkness I’m fading away Like a cursed spirit I’m searching the spell To set me free- I wait; You … Continue reading You change.
So quick , you were gone. So sad, to see you leave. So vulnerable, you were. So dependent on the kindness of others. --- Tonight, I wonder my friend, how many tears this life can bring to be sweet. --- Tonight, I am drinking to you, my friend. For the innocence of your existence. --- … Continue reading Away.
We, the silent ones. We, the thoughtful. We, the reserved. We, the angry. --- We, the different. We, the humans. We, the children. We, the misfits. --- We, the peacemakers. We, the brave. We, the romantics. We, the non obedient ones. --- We, the abortions, of a corporate orgy. We, the unknown heroes of tomorrow. … Continue reading We.
Winter's Arrival, Amsterdam - by Yary Dluhos ....... In the canals of Mokum, my love, I am drowning every Monday and come back to life Friday night. ................. The peace is the absence of life, and the wind blows strong, almost angry with us. ................. In the canals of Mokum, my love, I am drowning … Continue reading In the canals of Mokum, my love.
If you wanted to be something if you have ever dreamed to be something else except human. What would that be? What is the one thing? The one you know is weird and could not tell to anyone? Don't you dream to be something else? I am not one of those to judge. Babe, you … Continue reading One tree in Vondelpark.