It is just noise
It’s just noise,the one that wraps the souls,the one that surrounds the sounds,it’s just that, just noise… The one who remembers being orphaned,the one who whispers … Continue reading It is just noise
It’s just noise,the one that wraps the souls,the one that surrounds the sounds,it’s just that, just noise… The one who remembers being orphaned,the one who whispers … Continue reading It is just noise
They didn’t understand your tears…Neither does your sigh when you turn the corner… They did not hear your sobs…Not your faults, not your tears… They did … Continue reading The loneliness of the poet
Lonely… how much is discovered in solitude… We stop, we think, we feel, we find, what is our true reality… We understand,we perceive, we estimate, we … Continue reading Solitude
I walked through of stone and soil hills, and that reminded me, that still my vertigo wouldn’t make you to cease… I swam through seas of … Continue reading The painter on silence