Every time since I’ve met you I keep thinking that your middle name should have been McSteamy ( yes, like McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy). Cause every time I am around  you, I feel like in a  hot sauna. I’m hot and I see steam coming out from my body.  I can’t take my eyes of you, I can’t think straight and my body is hot. And when you touch my skin, and breathe down my neck, I can’t stay on my own two feet. So you gently take me into the shower, in hot steam, under water, to feel each drop on my skin, each touch and each move. And how you smile when you see the goose bumps down my skin, when you feel my knees’s priceless. And then I put my nails deep in your skin, so that you can feel my desire.  I love to hear you moan. Moan my name, babe…

I woke up…steamy morning. I need a shower. Oh steamy shower again. Where are you?

Past – no steam, present – steamy, future – can’t stop the steam. Let me bathe in you …

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Words hurt?


Same areas of the brain get activated when we get social rejection, or the betrayal of a loved one as when we spill hot coffee on our arm.  In other words the emotional pain hurts the same as the physical pain. So if there are drugs for physical pain, than they might work for the emotional one? Like:” take 2 pills in the morning to feel better all day?”
But numbing our pain is a good thing? If we never felt angry could we have ever apreaciated happiness?  Or fear to admire courage?
Maybe to enjoy the beauty in our lifes we must enjoy the pain….

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Break-up memories


Maybe if I  had a eraser and a pen I wouldn’t have been the person I am today. And even though I don’t understand why I am here, I have to learn how to love the place I am in.  I have to learn that the archives that lay in my soul defines me and I still have many chapters to write.  I would love that for a while we could trade places. Each  one to live other one’s life.Maybe then we would realize that we don’t know each other so good and we would have to accept that.

I dream about waking up in a deserted place where we could only rely on each other. Maybe in that way we would learn again how to appreciate one another. We were two complicated persons who never knew how to be easy.
I try finding different shapes for all this, changing the sad colors, but still we are here. So if now is here, and we are at this point, can we at least have the decency to have a clean break and leave with the good memories?



Be the change…



I sent so many questions to the wind that at one point it hit me: why do I have so many questions? What’s the main question actually or at least the main problem. And after days of questioning I figured it out…I was dissatisfied, with a lot of things but mainly with me. Hard to diagnose yourself, but very revealing when you actually do. I think that if more people could get a cold core and just look at themselves they would change so much. What’s life without change?

So I decided to breathe me, and change. To feel me and act. To open my eyes and react. To live my days for me. Now I feel like I’m actually breathing. Now I feel my purpose on this world is to create. To create anything, from a new line, a new song, a new painting, a new feeling, a new experience, a new life. Because I like to reinvent and recreate myself.  I’m craving for more laughter. I’m lusting for more joy. I’m repelled by ordinary people with a plain life. By people who never want to grow, with limited and fixed ideas.

I’ll send my wish upon a star, to make people question themselves. I’ll send my warm embrace with a wave to make people feel safe. I’ll send my kiss to people who will rise again and again. And I’ll stand tall creating the change I want to see.

“When I create, there I am true!” Rainer Maria Rilke