ever searching.

for poetic justice

in this

divine

tragi

comedy..

Love

the one, and perhaps only, thing

where giving your all may still not be enough..

 

there would be no good without evil, deception without truth, darkness without light.

there would be no love without loss.

 

The antithesis of love, for me, is not hate. Hate is much too easy, much too benevolent. To have loved and lost, is at once so much more cruel than hate, yet so much more wondrous.

 

There would be no love, without love lost..

 

我背你走到最后 能不能别想太多

会不会手牵着手 晚一点再到尽头

你说不该再相见 只为了瞬间

谢谢你让我听见 因为我在等待永远

the last kiss.

what you say means nothing.
what you feel only means something to you.

it’s what you do that matters and affects the people you love.

这一辈子能爱上了你，是我的福气

Reminder to self

It all starts with God. Never let go of that.

Por Siempre

i’m the most fortunate and lucky pigg on earth =)) Thank God for everything, especially you.

Sweet

I feel considerably more light-hearted now =)

Like a light and soft choux pastry, being savoured.

I love this warm feeling. =D

Remember that feeling when you were young, and you wanted something, but your parents wouldn’t allow it, telling you you’re not old enough.

Why is it I so often yearn for things that I know I’m not ready for?
Pray tell give me some direction. I seem to be lost – in my own thoughts, without fully considering yours.

A nice word can make a day. A beautiful smile can make a lifetime.

Choux Pastry Heart

A heart, once broken, is undoubtedly more fragile. You build up walls, you protect it more. But sometimes, things are beautifully broken. The cracks give it value. Take a choux pastry for example, fragile yes, but wonderfully soft and light to the palate. Sometimes, in today’s hustle bustle fast food world, you might give choux pastry a miss, just because its messy or troublesome, when it crumbles. But you would never experience the pleasures of choux pastry. You wouldn’t even give yourself a chance to decide if you like it or not. But of course, to each his own.

Yet, you can’t help but feel, that if the choux pastry had a voice to go with its heart, it would be screaming out to you, to eat it maybe, but most of all, to savour it, to appreciate it,

To love it.

Amore

It just takes…

a little bit more feel,
a little less thought.

a little more faith,
a little less fear.

a little more courage.

Romanza

Già la sento,
già la sento morire,
però è calma sembra voglia
dormire;
poi con gli occhi
lei mi viene a cercare,
poi si toglie
anche l’ultimo velo,
anche l’ultimo cielo,
anche l’ultimo bacio.
Ah, forse colpa mia,
ah, forse colpa tua,
e così son rimasto a pensare.
Ma la vita,
ma la vita cos’è
tutto o niente,
forse neanche un perchè.
Con le mani
lei me viene a cercare,
poi mi stringe,
lentamente mi lascia,
lentamente mi stringe,
lentamente mi cerca.
Ah, forse colpa mia,
ah, forse colpa tua,
e così sono rimasto a guardare.
E lo chiamano amore,
e lo chiamano amore,
e lo chiamano amore
una spina nel cuore
che non fa dolore.
È un deserto
questa gente
con la sabbia
in fondo al cuore
e tu,
che non mi senti più,
che non mi vedi più,
avessi almeno il coraggio
e la forza di dirti
che sono con te.
(Ave Maria, ave Maria.)
Ah, forse colpa mia,
ah, forse colpa mia,
e così son rimasto così
son rimasto così.

Già la sento
che non può più sentire;
in silenzio
se n’è andata a dormire,
è già andata a dormire.