What the heart gives away is never gone ... It is kept in the hearts of others.

Words given to me....

You're so pure, so sure again
Whatever you do, we will laugh again
I'm like you, a fool again
Whenever I fell, I got up again

Babe you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed

Find your way and lose again
Wherever you are you can choose again
Your heart will break, and heal again
And one day will come when you believe again

Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, I'm so glad that you stayed

Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
Babe, don't be ashamed
Babe, you don't have to be afraid in my eyes
And I'm so glad that you stayed

Darkness consumed...without me...

''…..And while the bloody darkness consumed my poured eyes, of my time mysteriously the hours evaporated in melancholia forever… elusive pieces of an dream existence just hiding from me with wickedness between the sweet dance of the sadest shadows as if them on my dreams only find the mortal finitude of death... and suddenly the smiles were just locked in a tiny crack in the past time; leaving my soul devoid of some low relief.. there’s today in the only small bit of sky that shelters my icy world a huge scar that will remain eternally unpolluted even when blood has been dispelled on me.. Oh sensitive parts of me are dying while I miss you drowned in the silence, and perhaps my broken wings are now only a satirical illusion of a wandering and nocturnal orphan creature... and after of sail aimlessly over a thousand miles between so many sterile footsteps in this cold limbo, I discovered a big hole in my chest without beats… so lifeless, made by the immensity of the emptyness while with silent despair subject my soul but even if I leave with the unstoppable traveler wind to another inhabited corner of the world under my eternal night; my desolate and dead heart will remain even here .... without me...

Well, if there's something omnipresent in human existence that is the emptyness, there are existential and emotional voids in every life, even though some, despite being very old remain asleep or even masked still there.... for some people the psychological and particularly emotional life is governed by desperate attempts to fill these voids, but it is always more profitable to turn fertile the emptyness; yes the emptyness can be so fertile....''
C.Q.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.