Write Away...

"Siano gradite davanti a te le parole della mia bocca e la meditazione del mio cuore, o Eterno, mia rocca e mio redentore." -Psalm 19:14

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Località: West Linn, Oregon, United States

"Perhaps it would be better not to be a writer, but if you must, then write. If it all feels hopeless, if that famous 'inspiration' will not come, write. If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your desk, no matter what your mood, face the icy challenge of the paper - write." ~ J.B. Priestly

agosto 30, 2006

Favorite Song




This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it

Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go...

(.Nickelback.)

agosto 23, 2006


Hand me that picture on the wall....

"Accepting all I've done and said, I want to stand and stare again till there's nothing left.. oh, it remains there in your eyes..."


I'll never forget that day; I saw something beautiful. They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I can remember when beauty was in the eye of the beheld. Look carefully, perhaps you'll see it too.

In your eyes I could see the reflection of a brilliant sky, painted with quick and gentle colors, struck with bolts of pure blue and white. I wanted to dive into them, wash my hands in the coolness of the summer overseer, bathe in the crisp pools of untouched and virgin skyline. Wings were meant to be spread in such a vast stretch of creation, and the air welcomed them in.

"Whatever comes and goes, I will hear your silent call and I will touch this tender wall, until I know I'm home again..."


Not to hush the sounds of still things, I gaze into the everlasting warmth with quiet lips and wait for that vibrant, vibrant silence. I hear the strength of a thousand mighty waves rolling with their sea-like thunder- the ocean that breathes behind you- the expanse of velvety waters I see in your earthy eyes. Bring me to them. Turn me underneath the perfect folding of the foaming white and crystal clear waves. If even my fingertips...

"In your eyes,
the light the heat,
in your eyes
I am complete,
in your eyes
I see the doorway
in your eyes
to a thousand churches,
in your eyes..."

agosto 19, 2006

and it was beautiful...