Simply

Simplistically simply
I am for simplicity.
simplistic I am


Simplicity is my name.
Simply I love
Simply I trust

nothing more powerful
nothing is sexier
nothing more extreme.

Simplicity is nakedness
kinky fragile extreme and strong
shiny.

Simply

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Stand Endure Resist

I resist
Because my thought is a seed
and like every seed it should not die
no matter of the judgement of people around


I endure
because my strength is to exist
coherent, yet changing and evolving

I stand still
feeling and aware
trusting and not battling


If it is to be seen
as weakness


Then call me weak:
i am Strong of it.

I wrote this some time ago, i am proud of it, it is still me to the essence, more than it ever was.
Because I re read my words and I cry: weak, bent, beaten, and not understanding life

The Dream is not just a dream.

𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦
𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.

People say do not waste time on dreams.
It’s a mistake, it’s an 𝙚𝙍𝙧𝙍𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙍𝙧𝙤𝙧 with that rolling R that I got and for which sometimes I have been laughed and other times I have been told it is “cute”. So, to me it is an eRRoR eRrRor erRror, standing prRoud on my scratching rR.

We have to follow our dreams, we do.
“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺?” You might say.
“𝘈 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺? 𝘈 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺”

“Oh no, world, Oh no gentlemen, You do not understand, you do not get it, don’t you see it?
The 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢, the one with the capital D, which is personal and preciously ours, well, you have to spot it, you have to caress it, understand it, peel its layers, caress its skin, understand its every fold and where it would lead. You have to spend time on it, you have to FEEL it. Feel it in your veins, in your heart, in your barefoot runs, you have to hear its whispers in the night before you get your sleep.
The true Dream is the one in name of which you would give up every other dream, it is the one for which you are ready to disk, to dive. The capital D one is the one for which you are ready to give up little comfortable things in name of what could be. So how much will you ever be realised if you don’t go for that Dream? To live knowing you could try and you did not, wouldn’t it be something that will come to you, in your life over and over, any time things get heavy, to whisper to you “what if” ?

Then, at the light of this the question if we should pursue it sounds different, it has a different taste. But it has to be the D one, not a comfortable one, not a casual one, it needs understanding ourselves, not every dream is the Dream.

Then not pursuing it would be to subconsciously follow it forever, would end up in actually following it like a chimera, it would be like trying without trying, condemned to fail and have a small drop of poison in our soul.
Not pursuing it would be to go for it without riding the white horse, without the wind in our face. Because if you go for the TRUE Dream, then you can’t lose, because even riding the horse forever would be to have it to conquer it, to Live.

People say do not waste time on dreams.
It’s a mistake, it’s an eRrRrrrRror with that rolling R that I got and for which sometimes I have been laughed and other times I have been told it is “cute”. So, to me it is an eRRoR eRrRor erRror, standing prRoud on my scratching rR.

We have to follow our dreams, we do.
“What are you saying you sweet lil Lady?” You might say.
“A dream, lil Lady? A dream is by definition a dream. You are naif dreamy lady”.

“Oh no, world, Oh no gentlemen, You do not understand, you do not get it, don’t you see it?
The Dream, the one with the capital D, which is personal and preciously ours, well, you have to spot it, you have to caress it, understand it, peel its layers, caress its skin, understand its every fold and where it would lead. You have to spend time on it, you have to FEEL it. Feel it in your veins, in your heart, in your barefoot runs, you have to hear its whispers in the night before you get your sleep.
The true Dream is the one in name of which you would give up every other dream, it is the one for which you are ready to disk, to dive. The capital D one is the one for which you are ready to give up little comfortable things in name of what could be. So how much will you ever be realised if you don’t go for that Dream? To live knowing you could try and you did not, wouldn’t it be something that will come to you, in your life over and over, any time things get heavy, to whisper to you “what if” ?

Then, at the light of this the question if we should pursue it sounds different, it has a different taste. But it has to be the D one, not a comfortable one, not a casual one, it needs understanding ourselves, not every dream is the Dream.

Then not pursuing it would be to subconsciously follow it forever, would end up in actually following it like a chimera, it would be like trying without trying, condemned to fail and have a small drop of poison in our soul.
Not pursuing it would be to go for it without riding the white horse, without the wind in our face. Because if you go for the TRUE Dream, then you can’t lose, because even riding the horse forever would be to have it to conquer it, to Live.

By
“That Rumbling Whisper in Me”
“That wild invisible kitty and dragon girl in me”

Heart from Stone

I saw a stone.

It was heart shaped. It is heart shaped. I took it, gently, I lifted it and holding it in my two hands I brought it to my chest, to my heart. I closed my eyes and two silent tears filled the space between my closed eyelids abs my eyes. Then they poured down my face.

I took it home, showered did my things, got comfortable and then I decided to paint it. I took my painting tools and prepared a dense red. With all the care I am capable of I brushed it in red, I painted it, in tears.

I painted half of it, then had it dry, then turned it upside down and did the bottom half. Some parts holds small streaks from my brushing. I stopped to look at them, they looked like living lines, arteries, veins. They felt right to me.

It is with me since then. The heart from the stone.

Can you turn a stone into a heart? Why did I do it? Maybe we can turn a stone into a heart, maybe not. Maybe it is is, seeing life in stones, maybe we need to see it, and that´s why we see life where there is not. Or maybe we infuse it.

I do speak to it at times, it even answers me, it is mostly « yes » and « no-es », and then I add the rest, I speak a lot to reply, explain and build stories.

It is here now, by me. And with my mind and my little heart, I fly

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