Is this a diary?

Yes this is a diary!

So... should I tell all my secrets here? Of course not! I was just kidding, fellas!

Let me update my life to you: I've been sleeping a lot, listening music a lot, laughing a lot, kissing a lot, talking a lot. Only good things, and it's been wonderful.

Let me be a little more in my Dream Land then I can go back to the darkness and write deeper things! (or not, who knows?)

:)

I just don't know what to do with myself!

Today I want to sing out loud! I don't know why buuut! :)

There's nothing much to say I've been working a little, sleeping a lot, dreaming the most I can! Reading is something that I should try more times. I have good books in my shelf but you know... sometimes we just want to hear soft songs and let our soul flows... I don't know maybe I'm the only person who can do crazy things like that. Sing, sing, sing, smile to everyone, everywhere because you're finnally feeling alive inside. I thought I would never feel this again. I'm glad I can feel it now.

Reading is never too much!

Today I was reading the Wikipedia's homepage and I've found a very interesting article about a murder occurred in Kentucky, which is called the Beauchamp-Sharp Tragedy. What took my attention that most it wasn't the murder itself but the fact that Edgar Allan Poe wrote a play called Politian about this tragedy and it is the only play he wrote in his life. It wasn't successful then he started to focus his attention in short stories. I'm a big fan of Edgar Allan Poe and I'm glad he had decided to write short stories instead of plays.

That's all folks!

thus let's move on

sweet sunshine up above

move your hand

right behind my neck

take my lips, push my hips

inside, makes me whisper

in front, right

up and down

upside down inside out

nevermind

just take your time

to be mine.

despite all my unfaith

I believe that your smile

is the only thing in the world

where I can find beauty and grace

my rhymes, so shy

I know, you won't even cry

but wheter your soul is up in the sky

in this moment I shall die

like an infinte whisper

like the infinite sadness

in that old smashed piano

I lay on you my unique careless

not in your straight

smell-like-hunny-hair

not in your comfortable lips

all my life seems so fair

I won't die, shall I?

no, I know I just can't

i have found in you my deepest desire

your heart, my treasure, one day I'll take