About me

"Be brave my love", said Eleonore and kept on knitting, "The world is harsh,yet there´s so much to dare." So anytime you know you see a little creature sitting, throw off your ideology and simply dare to stare.
Outrageous is the everlasting journey of beloved ones, and soothing is the eloquence, with which we seem to dance. The raging time and period when everybody outruns, will one day die or tumble down, be eaten up perchance.
Can anybody see the love that crushes down below me, or is it me that whirls around without a proper sight? I never thought I had the urge to struggle and to fly free, however there´s a fortune´s worth of distance and of light.
Can you believe how much it means to spit at your reflection? Imagine just how tired and how worn out you would be; in silver dimmed and rusty black and puking green complexions, what once was true, or was to be, will not be as it seems.
The notion of compressiveness is what we need to shelter, it´s easy now, for you´ve not yet your psycho-frenzy shown. He will not know unless he´s seen or-evidently- felt her; just show him now and then you´ll see if not, or if, he´s grown.
It´s meaningless to point out one or two of all the failures, an idiot would try to plot a demographic scheme, you´ve been so good, so evident, sweet love,you know the hail´s yours, for I know not, nor ever will, what what I wrote doth mean.