ENOUGH!

enough

searching for love amidst the powder of money and the material!

enough

preaching all will be well but not believing in it for only one moment!

enough 

caving in so easily and not remembering what i have and can do!

enough

living lies or memories, waiting for the past to become present again!

enough

fooling myself because of the smalls in the world, forgetting to look beyond!

enough

keeping dreams as real living and leaving life aside!

enough

making so damn fun of myself only to smile that even my laugh gets tired!

enough

jerking around! there is so much beauty and so little time to disclose it.

enough

with lonely night and the asylum in my solitude!

enough

being mean just because kind is a step further too much!

enough

with the jokes that tear life apart! so fragile it is and so meant to be cherished.

enough

with the deaf! we speak therefore we might as well hear.

enough

with the blind! we still have eyes to see.

enough

with all that should have been enough till now!

enough

saying "enough" for so many times 

but not once with indisputable meaning!

help me God, 

Universe or 

All forth and inwards ,

this to be my final and last "enough"! 

so there it is:

ENOUGH!

yardley

adapted web photo

Yardley is a good dog:

a good listener, a brave scout and a clean eater.

he, because after all this time "he" is considered a person, inspite all arguments regarding language or rules of vocabulary, as i said, he always hears you, even though he reacts or not. he searches for everything, anytime - actually that's his only real preoccupation and he eats everything at the table, leaving no scratch nor crumb behind, therefore he's always clean after a meal and his place also neat.

he's good at the personality check also: always tends to do things only his way, no matter how you put it. he has such a personality that lately he is taken by all as a real-human person, sometimes granted duties beyond his abilities and unfortunately he is brought to book for the results. he holds no grudges. 


in the afternoon you really don't want to wake him up. to cut a long story short, you just don't want to wake him up at all. just leave him be, practically leave him sleep. better for everyone, specially for his so needed beauty-sleep. he holds his rituals so dearly.


just before going to bed, at night, you should play with him. he fancies getting attention a lot and can be very grateful afterwards. in fact, it's quite nice to play with Yardley. specially gin. he's very alert and can be a true adversary. when he happens to win he gives a round of water for everyone. you are bound to take it. maybe that's why in that sort of nights it happens to be so crowded  at the bathroom. luckily he wins sporadically.


the long and the short of it is:
1. Yardley was and remains a fairly good dog.
2. Yardley has, more than any other dog of his kind, personality.
3. Yardley, because of that personality, inclines to hold few duties of which their failure allures  responsibility.
4. Yardley should not be waken up in the afternoons, no matter what so ever.
5. Yardley plays gin quite successfully for a dog, in spite the night schedule of everyone's bladder.


after all, Yardley is a good dog.

language & hearing

in other language

i easily find the words

to define myself.

i'm too used to think with the voice i was born in

accustomed with the same topic and sense

tired of all the meaning i can make.

and i'm not afraid of making mistakes using different words than my own

not scared of being misunderstood or taken for granted 

hoping of some new ideas that will pop out even if i don't think them.

i'm free in these new vocabulary. no boundaries

to report to or to be stuck in. just feelings

drawn in this fresh lines letters reveal to me.

i cannot relate to anyone but myself with my maiden voice.

i can ask no advice nor older council, newborn

inwards and forth my own universe.

hear me out!

if there is anyone else speaking the same tongue.

be kind and listen to me, decent to reply.

i'm all words and ears

hearing as clear as ever

speaking for the first time.

3 minutes love

web photo

sometimes, all you need is love = a slice of cold raspberry cheesecake. 

depending on how fast you eat it, this love can last from about 3 minutes to an extreme 7 minutes, but then you need to be so slow that even earth will start to circle only for you in your own time. and believe me, that slice can change your life for even a glimpse. and it's worth it!

how the spoon can carve into the soft white cheese cream, along with a drop of raspberry jam hung, leaving a trail of the most sweet fruit blood ever tasted... how you can fashion your way eating bite by bite, leaving nothing but the shadow of once true love stuck in this simple white form. how all surrounding can change within a look of the first taste. soon hearing is accurate: leaves talk to you played by the wind, the town dumbs only for you, embracing you all of a sudden... people, oh those lovely people you can see now...their features rounded and softened and all ugliness blurs into red and white. and the biscuit soaked with the red syrup speaks in your language words never heard before, words of peace and happiness as if you were a beauty queen winning a contest, the most craved one. suddenly you are no longer a man nor a woman, you just are! suddenly there is room for discrimination or for any other thing that can set you apart from the others. you all are. the world reveals its secrets for that swift moment of a bite...

my darlings, sometimes all you need is a slice of cheesecake. because there is so much beauty in the world...  

in me is you

in this particularly sad lonely time

when i think of you

you blend the faces of all

features i remember 

or not

the ones i loved one day

and

ones i have imagined.

in this particularly sad lonely

you bear all the names into a single one

your name

i've always feared and adored

the name i tend to whisper when i get to bed

after a long sleepless night. 

in this particularly sad

i distress into a smile of happiness

never knowing how to find you

or where to look

and

even if my looks are good for you.

in this particular

i imagine you

hidden

into the canvas of my life

as i still know how to paint it. 

in this

i invent you

stuck between these words

waiting to get out.

be free!

in

me

is

you. 

old photo by me