I am becoming addicted to loneliness, tranquility, silence, not speaking and not letting anyone in …
I’m going back
Category Archives: books
one time
once someone approached me and said: excuse me, do we know each other? I said: no, I don't think so. And he replied: it is not a question, it is a proposal ...
Even though time passes
Although time passes, there are words, moments and feelings that are never forgotten …
I like to write
I like to write at dawn because at that time is when the voices of the soul are heard the most.
People
People live escaping from the rain, trying not to get wet, not to ruin their shoes, not to screw up their hair. But from time to time we don't arm ourselves with madness, we embrace the lucidity of that moment and jump into puddles, we soak our soul, we get drunk in that oil of nature that we are ourselves. "
And then it happens
And then it happens
that on any day
you run into winter
head-on with the
melancholy, and you
give to look at the sky,
for losing yourself in it,
until you feel that you are
there, up, being
cloud or drizzle.
Heaven
I like to look at the sky; and every time I see it I think about the same thing: what beauty what perfection. One day I started to think beyond that, and I realized something that is actually very obvious but had never crossed my mind, “the sky is so different every day, and yet it is always beautiful”.
I believe that each book
I believe that every book you read changes you; change what you think, what you say, how you act and the way you see the world. If a book does not change something about you, it will fail as a book.
Who are your friends?
They are the ones who remember you when they don’t need you, who laugh with you for nothing, and accept you as you are. The rest are hardly known, they only remember you when you serve them for something. And nothing plus.
That moment…
That moment when you finish reading a book, you look around you, and you realize that everyone is busy in their lives. And … you, you just suffered an emotional trauma from a book.
Crys 