and what would that change...

He, he observes you from where he sits,

You, it unnerves you, you lose your wits.

He, he ignites you with eyes of flame,

You, it excites you, you like the game.

And I in my chair, though I hardly speak, I notice each innuendo.

And I in my chair, I'm stricken with fear at seeing the end so near.

He, how to win you? he woos with style,

You, you continue to coyly smile.

He, with his quarry on hunting ground,

You, probably sorry that I'm around.

And I in my chair, though I hardly speak, I see just how well he's doing.

And I in my chair, I'm trying to hide the dread that I hold inside.

He, his eyes flatter, your hands touch,

You, now you chatter a bit too much.

He, like a gypsy, he serenades,

You, you grow tipsy, your laugh cascades.

And I in my chair, though I hardly speak, my heart's on the verge of... crying.

And I in my chair, my heart understands, my love is now changing hands.

"No... no, no it's nothing, perhaps a little tired only

Why do you ask me if I'm feeling alright? of course I am.

This was a beautiful evening,

Yes indeed a.... a beautiful evening."

The world's greatest superhero, now, the world's greatest toy..!

Out among the stars I sail,
way beyond the moon
in my silver ship i sail
a dream that ended to soon
now I know exactly who I am,
and what im here for
and I will go sailing no more

all the things I thought I'd be,
all the brave things i'd done
vanished like a snowflake,
with the rising of the sun
never more to sail my ship,
where no man has gone before
and I will go sailing no more

no it can't be true
I could fly if I wanted to
like a bird in the sky,
I believe I can fly
why I'd fly....

clearly now, I will go sailing, no more

Diamond in the rough, part 2

I wanted to write about you, didn't know what to say, then, came this song, this song full of emotional whirlpools, this song that still brings me the biggest heart ache, haunting me whenever I see a shadow of the past, the shadow of a memory, the shadow of a smile.

The shadow of your smile when you are gone,

will color all my dreams, and light the dawn.

Look into my eyes, and see,

all the lovely things, you are, to me.

Now when I remember spring, 

all the joy that love can bring,

I will be remembering..

the shadow of your smile.

And just like this song, you're still haunting me, there is something about you that does, I can't explain it but it just works.

You know my weakness, you know how to use it, you know how to tame me, you manage to do it every time, you turn me into someone I don't even recognize anymore, someone I used to know, someone I lost over the years, someone that represents all what I was. This radiant heart pumping emotions, passion and light.

Each time I see your sparkling eyes, even for a few minutes, you leave me perplexed, unable to talk for the rest of the day, you're not even aware of it but you make me loose my focus more than anything else.

You say they won't come, you say it's impossible, I totally believe you're wrong, I absolutely believe it's possible, they can come back, they can happen again, it's just a matter of will, a will that I have but can't transmit, maybe because I really saw them, because I've really known them: those sunny days, and starry nights, those lazy afternoons; when we counted castles in the clouds, and hummed little tunes. But somehow right before my eyes, the summer fades away, every thing is different, everything has changed.

But Diamond, you weren't there, you weren't there when I needed you most, you come and go, you do your thing, say your words, do your effect on me and just leave when I most need your presence.

Funny how a photograph, can take you back in time,
to places and embraces that you thought you'd left behind.
Trying to remind you that you're not the only one,
that no one is on an island, when all is said and done.

And then, I feel lost, on my own, far from home, and the only things that manages to make me realize that I'm never alone is when I think of my friends, the ones who care, they are always waiting there, with love to share, and my heart just brings me to where I feel safe, to where I feel at home.

So you see Diamond, you are a diamond in the rough, a genuine diamond in the rough, but at the end, a diamond is just a rock, a shining rock but still a rock, and maybe, just maybe, you are as well. Diamonds may shine, but they will never be friends, real friends like the ones I have. They are here, they are real and they shine too. And when comes a day when I'm losing my way and don't know where I belong; they say that home is where the heart, so I just follow my heart and know that I can't go wrong.

C'est pour notre voisine

- Little kid, where are you going? running bare footed this way?
- I'm running towards the "heavens" as, they say, "It's christmas time".

The christmas of the streets, it's snow and wind. And the wind of the streets put little kids to cry. Lights, Joy and Laughter are behind the displays, not for you, not for me, just for the neighbors.

My little one, have fun as much as you can, by looking, only by looking, but take care not to touch anything while looking from afar. 

The christmas of the streets, it's the cold of the winter, in the eyes wide-open of the children of the streets.

Kill facebook

An extremely sophisticated web of tight friendships and relationships.

A family that has taken its time before becoming a real, genuine one.

A piece of cloth with individual threads, turning around each other, tied  in each others, practically becoming one with each other day after day, moment after moment, photo after photo.

When you believe the only way to guarantee the stability of your family is to make the bonds between its family members tight and tighter. When you've practically done the impossible to reach this very solid sophisticated piece of cloth, this bullet proof piece of cloth that no one can break, that would absorb all shocks, that would always stay one.

Yet, not all the cotton threads have the same endurance, not all the pieces of your complex artwork are "comfortable" with each other. You think your piece of cloth is bullet proof? well think again.

Now that's history, and, for the sake of avoiding this hidden tear passing by the side of a single eye, let's refrain from mentioning it.

For more than 7 months now, I didn't write, I didn't think and I didn't talk (practically) about this sinister subject. Yet, a quick, accidental bump on some old photos are enough to cause yet another "earthquake".

Where is it exactly going? where is destiny taking us? is it all destiny? or can someone really do something? I mean what both sides now are doing is simply trying to break every single possible link they had with all other 

threads that used to form this magnificent piece of cloth. What is taking place right now is the pure, harsh, merciless tearing apart of something that one has spent a great deal of effort assembling. And believe me, if you managed to break it without a single drop of blood, without shedding a single tear, without feeling "this cannot be the solution", this only means one thing: You are/have become heartless, or worse, you think you know everyone, you think you know us, you think you know me.

I am a question to the world, not an answer to the herd, and what? do you think you understand? you don't know me, and I'll never be what you want me to be. And thanks to you, they don't know me, they won't know me, you know why? coz, for them, I'm not here. You can't see me, but I'm still here. They can't tell me who to be, cause I'm not what they see.

I'm still here, maybe with more determination not to be fooled again, maybe with more determination to watch my back a little bit more, but I'm still here, exactly the same, without one single change.

And now, on their way to complete separation, the links are becoming more intricate, we are not "unlinking" the two sides, we are "re-linking" them, but this time, with bonds of hate and sorrow. And it seems, it's not about to stop. It seems to be going in one direction.

I thought you were wiser, do you really think that giving it "time" will fix it? you couldn't be wronger my dear, time only succeeded at complicating things, and it is not ready to stop doing that.

As if this would make a difference, as if someone would really care, as if someone would rethink "hey, wait a minute, I've been a real jerk to these people, haven't I?".

Well, something is still sure, on this very long way to recovery, it seems, I still have one more tear to shed.

Kill Facebook

When We Decide

DJANGO

We’re not birds, we’re rats. We don’t leave nests, we make them bigger.

REMY
Maybe I’m different kind of rat.

DJANGO

Maybe you’re not a rat at all.

REMY
Maybe that’s a good thing.

REMY
Rats! All we do is take, Dad. I’m tired of taking. I want to make things! I want to add something to this world.

DJANGO
Come with me... I got something I want you to see.

DJANGO
We’re here.

DJANGO

Take a good, long look, Remy. This is what happens when a rat gets a
little too comfortable around humans.

DJANGO
The world we live in belongs to the enemy. We must live carefully. We look out for our own kind, Remy.
When all is said and done, we’re all we’ve got.

His point made, Django turns to go. Remy stares up at the
horrible window, then softly says--

REMY
No.

DJANGO
(stops in his tracks)
What..?

REMY
No, Dad. I don’t believe it. You’re telling me that the future is-- can
ONLY be-- (points at window) --more of this?

DJANGO
This... is the way things are. You can’t change nature.

REMY
Change IS nature, Dad.
The part that we can influence.
And it starts
when we decide.

DJANGO
Where you goin’?

REMY
With luck... forward.

The guardian angel theory

I have a guardian angel. I am among the very few who have one. And I would like to share this with you.

A guardian angel doesn't go by the same standard definitions of traditional relationships such as "Friendship" or "Romance". Your guardian angel cannot be your friend nor your girlfriend. She occupies a totally different position. A place into your surrounding that cannot be replaced by anyone or anything. A special presence that cannot be measured, cannot be bought, cannot be searched for, cannot be found.

Most people have friends, others have loved ones, few have "ultra-close friends", rare ones have "the love of their life", but countable are those who have guardian angels. 

I never looked for her, she just came by and turned into one. The secret? Be, yourself, someone's guardian angel and you'll have one on the spot. Du coup, you're someone's guardian angel, and someone else's protégé. It's the most miraculous chain of wondrous human emotions that surpass the size of life itself. 

My protégé

Nothing was planned, I just realized I have a role to play in my life, a role of ultimate importance. Someone needs to have me as his own guardian angel. My protégé didn't ask for it, my protégé doesn't even realize it, but this is a role I learnt I have to play in my life. It's a responsibility I have towards that very special individual. How did I know? Again with the sparkle in the eye.

The sparkle in the eye

There are 3 types of eyes, 1) Clear eyes, 2) Opaque eyes, 3) Sparkling eye.

And accordingly, you can practically classify people into 3 categories.

1) The Clear eyes: 99% of people, they are normal people, those are the people that surround you all of the time. Among them are your best-friends, your wanna-be-friends, and your not-even-close-to-befriend. The eye luster doesn't help a lot telling them apart.

2) The opaque eyes: 0.99% of people, those are the worst, they lack any sort of ingenuity, you can't possibly befriend them, my opinion, those are too hopeless cases to even mind. They'll either die alone or around mediocre friends, other opaque eyes holders.

3) The Sparkling eyes: 0.01% of people. Suggestion: If you find one of them, don't ever let go, they come right from heaven, for a purpose, they might be geniuses, or with average intelligence, they might be pious or very liberal. But one thing is for sure, they are guardian-angel material. And, if you play it right, they will end up being your guardian angels or your protégés. Those are a reason to live for by themselves, those are enough to make ones effort worthwhile. Those are angels hiding in a human form.

What's amazing is that I realized eye sparkle is nothing but a reflection of a light your own eye produces. You have to have a built-in-eye-sparkle-detector in your eyes, AND, the potential candidate must have sparkle-compatible eyes. So, in a way, this "eye-sparkle" might appear at times and disappear at times with the exact same person. It depends on both parties. And the more you notice sparkling eyes with someone, the more likely he's a true eye-sparkler, an angel in disguise.

And in that perspective, I'm the happiest living being on earth. I have everything and out of nothing. This is why I do anything I do, this is my role to play in life. No one can take that away from me. No matter how opaque his eyes are. And I thank god for this everyday, for this is the real blessing, this is the real gift.