Strange love

Strange love
Our love is a strange love -indeed-
That's how are love goes
Strange love.

Will you take the pain
I would give to you (again and again)
and would you return it?
Will you give it to me?

Strange love.

Read the contract.

(There are no devolutions
or complains service desk)

A.

Through my eyes

Passion, love,

sex, money.

A programmable heart. 

And I'm trapped in your web

In your plan of life

in your destiny

without really being part of it.  

And we both know

that no matter how far I go

I will always be close to you

and you will see me through my own eyes.

Because she has my eyes.

And we both know it.

A. 

I want to wake up.

Love is strange, indeed. 

Is mad to be in love with someone else.

While you are in love with him

she's in love with me

but you know as well as I do 

I can never think of anyone but you -All my life-

I dream of an iron heart

with iron feelings

but I continuously see your face floating around me

moving in crazy circles. 

Now I want to wake up. 

A.

This is a test.

This is a test.

This is a test?

Nop

This is a painting!

-An Oil painting- 

A painting of two fish: "Bakery" and "Accommodation" 

two crazy fish  
and two very common words
in the pinoy vocabulary in UAE.

Go figure.

:)

A.

C is for cookies.

My dear little cookie monster

you've spent your whole life

trying to get the right cookie

well, here's my advice:

There is no right cookie!

Just pick the one your heart tells you to...

and take a bite.

Life is short

and the clock forgives no one. 

A.

New friends, new life.

Recently I got new friends
from different social circles
and different nationalities -of course-
and am not sharing with them this blog.

I want to keep this place
(this e-private corner)
as my quite shelter
where I can dry my clothes on rainy days
and have a coffee with my conscience.

I want to be able to keep writing
-and posting- anything I want
without being asked why
or receiving nasty emails.

I don't want to make it private
as I want occasional readers
to enjoy part of my craziness
and give them some fun for a while.

I want frequent visitors
to laugh at my rather repetitive madness
and give them a sip
into the juice call reality.

For my new friends it is not allowed
to peek at my soul
to see what I think and what I feel
-this is reserved for you.-

For your eyes only.

A.

Seasons change.

Seasons change

Sweet things turn out to bitter.

The rain dissapears and we have to go on. 

Seasons change.

Feelings change. 

People change. 

It is what it is. 

And the world continues turning.  

Sometimes we have a paradise in our hands

and can't believe our luck

next year we found ourselves in different places

with same pillows in different faces.

The wind is cold and we have to get some shelter. 

Our lips are broken and we need to rest

We then miss the face of a pretty girl

and our hearts sing a sad song in silence...

A.

People change.

People change

They go 16000 kilometers -or more-

If the river is dry and the horizon is hostile

if there are no chances of a good life.

People go to greener places

-or to the desert if required-

to find inner peace 

and someone to love. 

Sometimes diying from inside

walking away really slow...dragging their feet

But people answer from deep inside

to the survival instinct. 

And when people decide to leave

without regrets or remorse

there's nothing left to say.

There's only forgotten moments and some dust. 

A.

You want more.

Club Queen on the downton scene

Born to be wild

When they all say hello, you try to ignore them...

Cause you want more...

And that's what it's all about

with you.

You want more.

A.

Marilyn.

Marilyn Monroe was a living proof

of the heavy price to pay

when a pretty girl plays with fire 

and become an expensive toy. 

She used to fly and play with dragons

and sleep on weekends in a white castle. 

But the cristal sandal was not for her, no

it didn't fit her. It couldn't fit her. 

Marilyn was a prisoner of fashion

and the owner of all hearts. 

A scared lonely mermaid 

playing cards with the sky.

We may say she lived a curious life

We may say she was the center of some universes.

But she was not an eternal shining sun

She was the mistress of thunder, mistress...nothing else. 

A. 

Art and love.

Art and everyday objects

go hand in hand

as my love and the memories of your kisses

through out my lonely nights. 

And I don't know if you even remember my face.

A.

Caught up.

I go around

flying on my own sky

pretending am a free bird

-not knowing am caught up

in the net of your hair

from the very first time we kissed-

A.

Snake charmer

I didn't love you because my heart said so, no.

I loved you - on a regular basis -

I loved you with all the blood in my veins

because even when I close my eyes, I still can see you. 

You were like a golden, exotic, precious snake charmer. 

Just when I thought I couldn't love anyone, anymore,

You came into my life 

and gave me love

and gave me hopes. 

And then I played your tune

and then I was your lover

-because I loved you that much-

But I wouldn't normally do these kind of things. 

A.