10.older

don't waste your time,
that's the stuff life is made of

10.old

frozen moments of myself.
the dumb words not capable to express
the mere shade of my thoughts
driven between passion and comfort, between
ectasy and seciurity, whitch way will i choose?

9.new

a moment of beauty, moment of perfection, moment of truth,
in one splitsecond reality we manage to synchronise our souls,
to tune ourselfs to the music of another soul,
can this be love?