Too much reality
demands a little fiction

"In his later years Pablo Picasso was not allowed to roam an art gallery unattended, for he had previously been discovered in the act of trying to improve on one of his old masterpieces."

I need to find solace in another’s words.

I've crossed the deserts for miles
Swam water for time
Searching places to find
A piece of something to call mine (I'm coming)
Coming closer to you

Went along many moors
Walked through many doors
The place where I wanna be
Is the place I can call mine (I'm coming)
Coming closer to you
I'm moving, I'm coming
Can you hear, what I hear
It's calling you my dear
Out of reach (Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I'm coming not drowning
Swimming closer to you

Never been here before
I'm intrigued, I'm unsure
I'm searching for more
I've got something thats all mine

Take me somewhere I can breathe
I've got so much to see
This is where
I want to be
In a place I can call mine
I'm moving I'm coming
Can you hear, what I hear
It's calling you my dear
Out of reach (Take me to my beach)

Many faces I have seen
Many places I have been
Walked the deserts, swam the shores (Coming closer to you)
Many faces I have know
Many way in which I've grown
Moving closer on my own (Coming closer to you)
I move it, I feel it
I'm coming, Not drowning
Can you hear, what I hear
It's calling you my dear
Out of reach (Take me to my beach)
I can hear it, calling you
I'm coming, not drowning
Swimming closer to you (Take me to my beach)

Pure Shores- All Saints

Shiny Happy people!

I should be scared
But I am just bored.

The sea seems so calm even in its turbulence.

Lying here in this pool of deceit
A changed person..a monster
without a soul.

Resentment comes packed in
grey boxes.

From an aspiring backpacker,
to an armchair traveler.

Where do I go
to lose myself?

And why shouldn't change scare us?
It comes unexpected, unannounced and often unpleasant.

The Motorcycle Diaries (Diarios de motocicleta)

"This isn't a tale of heroic feats. It's about two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road."

The opening line pretty much sums up the movie. Two men taking off to travel the continent; the starting point of greatness. One who sees and learns can never remain unchanged.

"Wandering around our America has changed me more than I thought. I am not me any more. At least I'm not the same me I was. "

In the blind pursuit of other things,
I forgot the things I actually love.
Its time to get back,
to live and to learn.

You don't need a new year to make resolutions
or excuses to break them.

Hippies, Artists, Junkies, Thinkers and Gypsies...
Is it ever easy to be free?

Hidalgo, Raiders of the Lost Ark,
Nothing like a little adventure
to revive your spirits…
Even if it’s only celluloid.

Its a delightful movie with complicated characters and an easy storyline. A woman who is making her way in the big city of New York, with a telephone in her suitcase and a cat she calls the Cat.

"I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is, but I know what it's like. It's like Tiffany's." - Holly (Breakfast at Tiffany's)

Every time I hit a note of compromise,
I left.
Its a bad thing, people say,
To want too much.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything,
it's to deliver people from the limited ways
in which they see and feel.
Jim Morrison

In my obsession for the Goal,
Have I stopped enjoying
the little pleasures of life?

In my need for happiness,
Have I killed all desires
of my inner child?

In my quest for perfection,
What am I missing in life?

Life?

Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Greenday

Love the song...

Cold air, hot tea,

a long trek uphill.

A fresh perspective.

The mind weaves stories,
when it experiences surreal.
Frightened, mad, darkly depressive.
Webs of deceit, passionate love
fall into its embrace.

The Normal can't write
more than a few words
of their pitiful existence.