Ghost

I exist in no eyes, exept yours...

A Perfect World

I'd dig through the desert to find you, but... I know where you are now. I know whos arms are wraping your tender body. I know who covers you in those cold, cold nights. I know... I don't wanna know! I want to sing to you again, I want to walk around the world with your hand in mine. I want to watch you as you aproach me, to hugh you without the fear that you'll leave. I want my world to be perfect, but it's not! Nothing can be perfect without you there...

When She Smiles

When she smiles, the whole world is lit. Every shade of blue shines brighter, when she smiles. When she smiles, my world gets recreated. Evey day that commes seems happier, when she smiles...

I Don't Write

I don't write for anybody. Least for my self. I write because the words are heavy. I won't ever scrible a few verses and I won't keep them in my shue box only when "the wise" will decide that that is the day of pointles writing... Everyday is pointles. Everyday that you aren't a part of...

The Bus That Went Nowhere

The bus departed from their station. Those two immediately started throwing words around.

- I was thinking - he said, with his silent tone, the same tone that foretold a lengthy conversation.

- When you think, kingdoms fall - she said, with a smile unlike any other on the planet.

The bus was cruising down the streets, never repeating the same path twice.

- You displaced my definition of happiness - he said after the long pause in which he stared into the two pupils that almost drank him dry.

- It was on purpose - she said with her sweetly distorted voice.

He grabbed her hand. The bus was still going somewhere.

- Don't ever get mad at me for the way that I love you. You know that I want you to be mine and only mine. You know that nothing tastes as it use to? Everything is sweetened by the thoughts of you...

- She squeezed his hand harder. The bus was now going nowhere. It didn't exist.

There

My place is there, where the hills are bare, and the mountains endlessly sad. I don't belong here. I don't belong somewhere, where you are so close, but so damn far! My place is there. Where my dreams are still alive. Where I know the wind is calling me, trying to tell me the story of freedom.

Never

Never has the peace of Snickers been so sweet, as it was there, above the clouds, when every cell in my body was crying for at least a gram of sugar. Never has the rain been so perfectly aligned with the notes of the song in which I found you, more than a 100 times! Never has the emptiness been filled by something so small and so beautiful. Never before...

Betrayal by Umbrellas

Beautiful girls hide their smiles, somewhere behind those frowny faces. They make sure that no one will wish to steal their smiles away from them. They live joyfully, until the umbrellas don't start dancing around, making way for the rain. And, it will capture the sincere laughter, leaving nobody immune... They fall asleep in someones arms, those pretty smiling faces, cursing the betrayal by umbrellas...

The Storyteller

There’s nothing worse that can happen to a storyteller, than to use up all his stories. That time, when he faces that empty new sheet of paper and says to him self “there’s nothing more”! At that exact time, the storyteller won’t give up that easy. He would amount to some desperate measures. No doubt, he would try and tell his own life story. What he doesn’t know is that during all that time he was telling other people’s stories, he didn’t write his own. There is nothing to tell when you look back at his life. He is nothing more than a mere storyteller.

The crushed storyteller cannot stop being what he is, but having nothing more to say, he will just stop. He will give up! He will rather die than admit that he has no more stories to tell...

The shortest short story ever writen

While we are all considering our selfs as the ones that are predetermined for greatness, this short short story has no capacity for greatness - it realized that, as us, it is just too small and insignificant to ever be great....

The kid

– That kid must have an amazing sex life – they would say. And they were right. You should hear the stories he was telling everyone. He was talking about things people haven’t even seen on TV, sometimes things of which most of us haven’t even heard of!! People were talking, but, I always knew he was a nut-job. I knew I was looking at a lonely soul, a child trapped in a grown-man’s body with an imagination so vivid, that even Stephen King could envy him.

One night, we sneaked into his back yard and took a peak at the window that was illuminated. We saw him, sitting in his chair in front of the TV, watching Star Trek or SG-1 and masturbating. We didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My “companions” decided it was best to make fun of the poor guy, so they started banging on the window, making strange noises and taking pictures with their phone-cameras.

I went away. I couldn’t stand what was happening, but on the other hand, I never got the wish to stop them either. I have no idea what happened to the kid or what they did to him, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t care anymore. They were pigs, and he lied to me. So, I just left and never came back...