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I see the hours stretching ahead, sometimes hurrying, sometimes slowing down, falling beyond and behind... Still, I know their aim  is to reach destination and this signals the end, the end of time and life, the end of the journey, the end of fear, of worries, I know they can be friends, I know they can be enemies, and yet, my hours have promised to be kind with me on my way, I...

Added 24 Apr 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 119 | 3 Comments


Through time and distances and in your case other arms, we have become strangers, strangers who politely refuse to acknowledge each other. I would have not ended this,  would not have betrayed you, would not have strayed from you, would not have left you at all. So so many memories flow and flood the solitude of hours, I have nothing else to tell you, you may have chosen well, you may...

Added 22 Apr 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 111 | 2 Comments

I'd never...

I´d never thought it would end this, I´d never thought we would part, I´d never thought of time as an enemy, I´d never thought you would leave me. Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking, just to escape, just to hide, just to go. You did not know me that well, I guess, just one word would have been enough, my love and desire are not based on chains, those are just props for...

Added 13 Apr 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 107 | 1 Comment


She.   He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at the same time. The nature of her feelings for him drove her to him in ways others would not have thought possible. These others would maybe have felt asphyxiated by his demands but in...

Added 06 Apr 2020 | Category Romance | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 150 | 2 Comments


She wrote about him all the time, she never mentioned his name again, she wrote about her love and her lust, she wrote not taking any needed breaks. She just wrote about her sadness, about his absence and her bereavement, she wrote to extract all from memories, to erase him from her suffering mind, she wrote to welcome solitude at last. Still, it was no use, her memory revived him, ...

Added 13 Mar 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 142 | 5 Comments

Living by proxy

Living by proxy in your mind, with just the promise of my surrender. Living by proxy in my own skin, with just the memory of a few encounters. Living by proxy in a fleeting time with just the solitude left by your absence....

Added 05 Mar 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 115 | 2 Comments

Another Time, Another Life

In the old city of canals, of narrow winding streets, in the city of dark waters and bridges of mystery, there is a time when all stops and goes back to centuries ago... Trust me, in this beloved city I met you once, in times long gone, you loved me once and I let you go... I was foolish, still, I loved you so! In the old city of canals and bridges, you and I loved each...

Added 04 Mar 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 124 | 2 Comments

Cardboard Man

He just moves, walks and smiles, goes about chores and many tasks, he eats so well at such fine sites, leads a handsome life, wears fine clothes, walks in great shoes, he is a god in bed, no doubt about that. But...do not make the fatal mistake of thinking he cares... he cares for no one, he just performs well, he is a cardboard man. There are no feelings in that cold,...

Added 02 Mar 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 130 | 1 Comment

One day...

One day we can sit together, in a quiet garden with no flowers, with white statues watching us. Then we can remember our many attempts at love while a pale sun hits our hearts and a cold breeze kisses us. One day we can remember and cry for lost hours, smile at our escapades fondly and then return to ourselves. Lost in each other for a while we may still find the sealed door ...

Added 01 Mar 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 118 | 2 Comments

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1 day ago

still got your mask on?
18 days ago
09 May 2020 22:14

this will be fun! Thanks for joining me on this adventure!
15 Mar 2020 22:00

Very fashionable Mysteriousness
14 Mar 2020 20:50

This is not me either - but she has my attention - like an enigma...
03 Mar 2020 13:57

I'd take off my mask if I could find my face... Happy to be a Mystery Man to your Enigma
03 Mar 2020 02:08

Thank you for the friendship
29 Feb 2020 17:15
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