Allow me

     Apart from fear,

      Beyond any doubt,

       Beyond  the surprise,

        Beyond  the confusion.

         Allow me to discover you inside our dreams

THE NAME OF THE STAR by Maureen Johnson

The day Louisiana teenager Rory Deveaux arrives in London marks a memorable occasion. For Rory, it's the start of a new life at a London boarding school. But for many, this will be remembered as the day a series of brutal murders broke out across the city, gruesome crimes mimicking the horrific Jack the Ripper events of more than a century ago.

Soon “Rippermania” takes hold of modern-day London, and the police are left with few leads and no witnesses. Except one. Rory spotted the man police believe to be the prime suspect. But she is the only one who saw him. Even her roommate, who was walking with her at the time, didn't notice the mysterious man. So why can only Rory see him? And more urgently, why has Rory become his next target? In this edge-of-your-seat thriller, full of suspense, humor, and romance, Rory will learn the truth about the secret ghost police of London and discover her own shocking abilities.

Malagueña Salerosa - Chingon

Tom Waits Little Drop Of Poison

This is my truth

and exists only because

i shared once

WITH YOU ....

I asked a taxi driver
- Know what love is ;
and told me I do not know this road -...
I asked a teacher
- Know what love is ;
... And told me -no have done this course -...
I asked and a crazy ...
- Know what is love ??
and he replied ...
Love you is what made ​​me so now- ..

My little smiling girl. ill give you...

 Εvery smile of you it is a star in my own sky.

I'll give you a small silence to fill it with your own dreams and words.
What will be greater in number the stars or the words ?

The Way That Lovers Use

The way that lovers use is this;
   They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss,
   -- So I have heard.
They queerly find some healing so,
   And strange attainment in the touch;
There is a secret lovers know,
   -- I have read as much.
And theirs no longer joy nor smart,
   Changing or ending, night or day;
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,
   -- So lovers say.

Rupert Brooke

The Busy Heart

Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted,
   I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend.
(O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted)
   I'll think of Love in books, Love without end;
   And wet strong ploughlands, scarred for certain grain;
And babes that weep, and so forget their weeping;
   And the young heavens, forgetful after rain;
And evening hush, broken by homing wings;
   And Song's nobility, and Wisdom holy,
That live, we dead. I would think of a thousand things,
   Lovely and durable, and taste them slowly,
One after one, like tasting a sweet food.
I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

Rupert Brooke

‘Give me the world if Thou wilt, but grant me an asylum for my affections.’
                                                                                            ----Tulka

Sweet Dreams My Angel by Angie Watson

Go to sleep my angel and dream
Of heavenly places and heavenly faces
You shall be missed, my angel but rest in peace
In this world you could easily get hurt
Don't fret my angel you are safe in God's arms
He will take care of you
And will always be with you
Mortal dreams of riches, but my angel
You are rich for eternal life
So sleep now angel you are full of love and beauty
We will all be with you soon
Sweet dreams my angel
When you wake up you'll know that
Your dreams have come true

''If You Forget Me'' Pablo Neruda

want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

''A dream within a dream'' Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

sometimes i just fall and fall
no love to stop me…
it is a long night, my love,
i cross my silence
away from my alter ego

“A philosopher once asked, 

"Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?"

 Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.”

  Neil Gaiman
''Stardust''


I have always believed, and i still believe, that whatever
good or bad fortune may come our way
we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value

Hermann Hesse..

.by Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the fall, 

I'd brush the summer by 

With half a smile and half a spurn, 

As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year, 

I'd wind the months in balls, 

And put them each in separate drawers, 

Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed, 

I'd count them on my hand, 

Subtracting till my fingers dropped 

Into Van Diemens land.

If certain, when this life was out, 

That yours and mine should be, 

I'd toss it yonder like a rind, 

And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length

Of time's uncertain wing, 

It goads me, like the goblin bee, 

That will not state its sting.

"Two Ghosts Converse" by Emily Dickinson

I died for beauty, but was scarce

Adjusted in the tomb,

When one who died for truth was lain

In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?

'For beauty,' I replied.

'And I for truth, — the two are one;

We brethren are,' he said.

And so, as kinsmen met at night,

We talked between the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips,

And covered up our names.

henry miller ''Tropic of cancer''

                       

This then? this is not a book. this is a libel, slander defamation of character. this is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty...what you will.
twilight hour. Indian blue, water of glass, trees glistering and liquiscent.
there are people who cannot resist the desire to get into a cage with wild beasts and be mangled. They go in even whithout revolver or whip. Fear makes them fearless....
standing there alone and helpless, the door locked, he finds that the lions do not understand his language.
...it is the triumph of the individual over art.
heretofore we had been digging in the dark, with nothing but instinct to guide us.
we had no need for genius - genius is dead. We have need for strong hands, for spirits who are willing to give up the ghost and put on flesh...
in Paris. Everything is raised to apotheosis. The cradle gives up its babes and new ones take their places. You can read on the walls where Zola lived and Balzac and Dante and Strindberg and everybody who ever was anything. Everyone had lived here some time or other. Nobody dies here....
there is a short if atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furius the pace, the more diminished the spirit.
we just sit there for hours whithout saying a word. That's a bliss!
my eye, but I' ve been all over that ground - years and years ago. I' ve lived out of my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck any more what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I' m healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by Day. Today! Le bel aujourd' hui!

Lovers' Infiniteness" by John Donne

If yet I have not all the love,
Dear, I shall never have it all,
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,
Nor can entreat one other tear to fall.
All my treasure, which should purchase thee,
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent,
Yet no more can be due to me,
Than at the bargain made was meant.
If then thy gift of love were partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
     Dear, I shall never have thee all.
Or if then thou gavest me all,
All was but all, which thou hadst then;
But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall
New love created be, by other men,
Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For, this love was not vowed by thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being general,
The ground, thy heart is mine; whatever shall
     Grow there, dear, I should have it all.
Yet I would not have all yet,
He that hath all can have no more,
And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store;
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gav'st it;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing sav'st it:
But we will have a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them, so we shall
     Be one, and another's all.

A Love Song" by William Carlos Williams

What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.
See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.
How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?
(First version 1915) - from "Poems 1916"

Closed eyes

A caress that was  not given when  I expected that  will give it .
A caress  that i  request
 to reciprocate me .
A caress in my hair ,
in my eyes, in my body .
Do not be afraid .
My tears
will not stain
your heart.

little man

and the little man
…asked:

what is the colour of your soul?

the little girl, who was dancing and flying on the ‘orange sun’ carpet, told him:



“dark, twisted and beautiful”.. then she smilled !

the little man closed his eyes. smilled… and continue to look  her shadow till the next dawn.
he felt so little..so little..

Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett - Good Omens

 The end is nigh!" No, "nigh" is not the right term. "The end is ALREADY HERE!" All the "key players" are already on earth, if not are always on earth, and now they are on the move to bring the one-and-only Apocalypse. The Four Horsemen are assembling (War, Famine, Pollution, and Death) and most important and long waited figure is on the brink of revealing his earth-destroying power. Who is that? It's none other than the Antichrist himself, now in the form of eleven-year-old Adam Young, the respected leader of Them, a group of "a kid gang" feared by other kids in their local neighborhood.

But wait a minute, something is not quite right with this Antichrist. He doesn't seem willing to bring an Armageddon-esque end, instead he wants to "purify" the world so he and his gang can live and play just as they want. Hmmm...Apparently hell and heaven's plan won't prevail through this particular Antichrist, but the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse will guarantee it happens no mater what.

So. Are we doomed? Well, there's still one hope left. There are two supernatural beings (a heavenly one and a hellish one) who try to save the world from the Armageddon. The angel Aziraphale and the demon Crowley are two old and experienced agents from each side. Both of them have been staying on earth since day 1. Make it day 7, after God created human. Aziraphale and Crowley become so well adapted with the world and human lives, and deep inside they never want this world to extinct. Guided by "The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch" and the bright descendant of the author of that prophecy book, bright occultist Anathema Device, all of them try to make sure that Adam won't "open the portal of his power" and bring Apocalypse. Either the heaven-and-hell version or his own version.

Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl.

Beautiful Creatures is a young adult novel written by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl. Published in 2009, it is the first book in the teen romance-fantasy series Caster Chronicles. A movie adaptation with the same title was released in February 2013. The story takes place in Gatlin, a fictional town in South Carolina, and it is told from the point of view of Ethan Wate, the main protagonist of the novel. Ethan is a 16-year-old boy. He has been having this recurring dream about a mysterious girl he never knows who apparently smells like lemon and rosemary. On the first day of his sophomore year, his class gets a new student. The girl’s name is Lena Duchannes and soon Ethan finds out that she does smell like lemon and rosemary. Anther thing he discovers about her is that she is a Caster, a person with the ability to use magic. For the folk of the small Gatlin town, Lena is quite “different” and there is no one like her that they have ever seen. While Lena, finding herself in a new strange town, is struggling to hide the power she has, a power that has become a curse in her family for generations. In the meantime, Ethan, despite his obsession to leave Gatlin, finds himself drawn closer and closer to Lena. A kind of determination also grows inside him to reveal the connection between the two of them.

This is an amazing series....

Gil Scott Heron - Your Soul and Mine

                                         

        

  standing in the ruins of another black man's life

Or flying through the valley separating day and night

"I am death!" cried the vulture for the people of the light

Karon brought his raft from the sea that sails on souls

And saw the scavenger departing, taking warm hearts to the cold

He knew the ghetto was a haven for the meanest preacher ever known

In the wilderness of heartbreak and a desert of despair

Evil's clarion of justice shrieks a cry of naked terror

Taking babies from their mamas, leaving grief beyond compare

So if you see the vulture coming, flying circles in your mind

Remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind

Only promise me a battle, battle for your soul and mine

And mine

love risked for love

There is no love for lovers without leaving a piece of  each time separated 

until the next time their bodies reunite into the flames of passion

This song is dedicated to jo an old friend of mine.

my sad captains - Thom Gunn

One by one they appear in

the darkness: a few friends, and

a few with historical

names. How late they start to shine!

but before they fade they stand

perfectly embodied, all

the past lapping them like a

cloak of chaos. They were men

who, I thought, lived only to

renew the wasteful force they

spent with each hot convulsion.

They remind me, distant now.

True, they are not at rest yet,

but now they are indeed

apart, winnowed from failures,

they withdraw to an orbit

and turn with disinterested

hard energy, like the stars.