A writer's wish

I don't live for me...I don't live for you!

I live only for a page in the great book of History.

This is my dream, this is all I want!

My name to be known by people

My writings to be read in public

My books to be in a library...

I want people to remember me!

The Storm

It is dark...
The wind is blowing violent; he seems to scream its angry...
Nature is sad, man is no longer her ally...
The Thunder and the Lightning are predicting the begining of the War... is going to be devastating!
The Moon and her daughters, the Stars, are hiding beyound the clouds.
They are so scared, that they start to cry;
Millions of tears are hitting the Earth...
Trees are feeling humble, they are kneeling in front of the Mother Nature.




All night belongs to the Mother Nature...
She expresses fury when her children are sleeping.
In the morning, she is going to be the best mother in the world.
Calm and bright, she will embrace her children with the sunlight.
Those little beings will never know how sad was their Mother....

The end

"The coldness of your eyes kills me deep inside

I know this is the end

I know this is goodbye..."

"You ask for one more kiss?

I'm sorry, but I can't...

Stop saying that you'll miss

This love... the damage is done!"

 

Broken memories

Thoughts are felt like the waves on the shore... 

Everything is so unsecure...

I feel your presence, I can sense your fragrance

Unfortunately, here is only the Loneliness.

 

Music tries to make me smile,

Light is dancing, feeling wild

Words are like the stormy sea

But missing you, is killing me!

 

The untold story of you and I - 

My mind would write it day and night.

No matter what, I shall never forget

That sunny day when we had met...

Nothing is as it should be

You will never set me free...

I am your slave, you are my sun

There is no US, 'cause we are done...

As old as the rain....

From this warm and lightened room, I can hear the rain that pours outside;
It sounds like a magic melody, that hypnotize me- what a familiar sound!
The book in my hands- the perfect story.
His portrait on the wall- the perfect image!
And I...I am just a woman, who waits for him every day and every night...
But there is only the RAIN and I... he comes not...
The wind frighten my hopes... but the light of the candles keep on saying that there is still hope!
There is never too late, never too far...
There is just YOU and I, as long as the rain pours out of the sky....

Catharsys- part 2

   Why is she so frustrated?

    I will tell you why... because her big dream is to become a great novelist. Okay, nothing impossible up here. But here comes the difficult part: all her ideas of a big story were true. Everything that she knows is the reality itself. This is what she wants to write: true stories of real human beings. Well, now you will say that this type of writing is nothing more than a diary. But imagine, how would you fell like if your diary would be read by another person?
   Julia's friends were interesting people. She never thought that their amazing life stories would make her thing about a novel or something like that. She never wrote anything else than her own thoughts. But often she felt that her Destiny is to share with the others all this stories, from which people would have so much to learn. The fact that she met this people was not random; her mother always said: " Remember, nothing is random; Everything happens for a reason!". Maybe that is her purpose in life: to tell the stories of the ones who helped her to become a better man. From this people she learned so many things. 
     " Maybe this would be their reward!" she thought. " I'm not betraing them, right? I just want everybody to know that I met this special person, that they changed my life! What can be wrong in this?"
     From this night on, Julia started to write her memories about the lives of the loved ones. Her first chapter was telling the story of her father...


To be continued...

Catharsys

   She is all alone at her desk, looking at the white paper. Ideas are coming like the waves on the shore. But she can't write a thing. It is so frustrating; good ideas are here, screaming and fighting to get out of her head, waiting unpaciently to be put on the paper. But she can't do this. WHY? What is retaining her?

   She writes only when she is very sad or very happy. Never when she is quiet. Sadness and Happiness are the Muses that inspire her. And now she is having the worse moment of her life, but she just can't express her feeling. When she was younger, Julia used to tell her friends all her problems and together they used to find solutions- everything seemed so easy! As she grow old, this lady became more and more introverted and isolated from the world. Nobody knows why... because she had friends, not many, but a few and good ones. Her lover always supported her, but for Julia, this was not enough. She always wanted more, but what? She had a perfect life! People around her simply adored her attitude, the way she talk, the way she color the atmosphere with her jokes...

    Lately, she spends most of the time alone, sitting at her desk, looking at the white paper...

To be continued....

BIG decisions...

     “We can’t retract the decisions we’ve made, we can only affect the decisions we’re going to make from here.” (Jamie Foxx- "Law Abiding Citizen")

   How do you know what is right and what is wrong? How can you make the difference between the two, so that you never have to look back with regret?
     When you have to make a decision, it is impossible not to ask yourself these questions. No matter what, there will always be the "WHAT IF?" problem. And sometimes, it is so hard to decide, that you prefer to let the things just the way they are. You would rather not change a thing, so you would not disturb the balance.
     But what happens when all emotions explode? And there is a a sign that something need to be changed? Maybe we are affraind of new experiences, of trying new emotions. This should not happen... people should want to learn and to experience more, day by day, because that is what life means.
    Try to listen yourself. Be honest with yourself. And assume the real you, who you really are and what you really want. Make decisions before it's too late. If latter would appear a small sign of regret, remember that you analysed all the possibilities, and the decision that you made reflects your personality, so you sould not be scared that you done wrong. You are human, and humans are wrong sometimes.
   Be confident and everytime, look deep in your soul, because there are all the answers that you are looking for. All you have to do is to experience and to live beautifully, to explore your humanity.

 Be yourself!
    The Traveller Soul