pensieri

when you can, stop and listen to the world

sometimes I try, sometimes I lose. some I don’t understand, others I don’t see. some are right there, certain they can help you.

I have this great flaw, sometimes I forget the whys.

there is something that transcends your eyes, there is something that tears your lips, there is something that shatters your touch.

The harbour stagnates, the dock reciprocates. And who are we to ourselves?

but if I stop thinking of you will you continue to exist in my heart?

the only thing that brings balance is music