mmmm... sundays

Ok.... I think maybe is time to write something on this thing... anyways I am not using papers and pencils since a loooong time now. But still. ^_^

It's sunday and I am lazy to do anything. I can't hold my repression much longer. I am living in this place and I am getting sick of it. I am asking myself what made me move here 7 years ago.... It is a strange question that I didn't expect to ask myself. And now I have to answer it... Strange question. I wonder why this happens so often, not being able to answer my own enigmas... It used to be simple. It used to be much easier than it is now. Now my head is cloudy, there's not much serenity and answers have to go through a long dark tunnel before coming out. I can feel their pain while they struggle to reach the exit of my brain. It's strange. Another sunday morning asking questions. This is what I call relaxation. Crazy. That's what most people think about me. But I don't care, while I am giving birth to my freedom, what other people think of me. I cannot care now.

Imaginary Origin: 06/01/2006 - 06/30/2006

Imaginary Origin: 06/01/2006 - 06/30/2006

Il Palazzo delle Tende e dei Lumi

Il Palazzo delle Tende e dei Lumi
Originally uploaded by kina me.

Every floor a different courtain, a different light, a different life.

Internetworking

It was far, far from my mind
the thought of you showing off
to the simplified world
I could think, all night long
that you did it with some sort of intention
but then soon came to my attention
the thruth
of you
softened by all the dreams I went through
still I had to reveal you my thoughts
cus I really believed you had a soul.
I was wrong
Deceived by the image I put up
of you
who is nothing more than a picture
saying 'I am internetworking and free'
from me.
That was the hardest thing to believe.
So be free, in the network and world please be free
so I can break that myth I built up
of you
and let it lay down in this blues.