I’m tired of guilt in the background,
To think there is always something wrong with me,
Something I should do and I do not, some train I lost, something important that I have not yet solved.

Who knows other people what life they live.

I wonder if other people defend their thoughts
Or they sell them for little or nothing,
Bargaining with the minimum dose of quiet living

sincerely,
I think I’m much more than you describe me,
I think .. that I, unlike others, mistaken and apologize,
I live my life without fear … to be myself,

Almost everyone finds compromises,

With his wife, husband, work, life.

The quiet living means not being able to speak
Freely, because you go in fury …

I am not a domesticated dog,

I am a lion and a tiger,
I can be a cat that makes you cuddly ..

But I do not love, be tame,
Be afraid to miss the holidays .. think all  night   you  can  change  idea  in every  minutes…

Being together must be an opportunity
A desire that I and you absolutely want!
A common desire …

The quiet living is a conquest,
Many people get it … living without looking at life
Pathos is a fundamental concept for me.

It’s my blood.

I would,
I really wish the outdated disputes,
The wrong people,
The answers I did not give,
Debts contracted out of need, the little pangs that poisoned my liver, all the things I still think,
Love stories above all,
They would disappear from my head and not see them again,
But I am full of traps, of unemployed ghosts who are often in sight.

Life is wonderful if I think of you ..

I do not want taboo

I want a couple,

I want you…

If I do not have a couple,
Then I prefer nothing.