To whom…

I could start this text by quoting names, but I will not do that. I don’t want to remember every person who left my life claiming to be doing me a favor, or the dozens others that left me behind. … Continue reading To whom…

Sometimes all I want…

Sometimes I just want a hug. Not a kiss or sex … it’s just a hug! There is desire, love, passion, attraction … everything … but at that particular time, I will give my kingdom for a hug. Let it … Continue reading Sometimes all I want…

Call me

Call me in the middle of the night and say that your bed is cold and empty without me. Call me in the middle of a nightmare and say you need my shoulder. Call me in the middle of your … Continue reading Call me

Remembering you

Today, I remembered an ex-girlfriend of mine. Or all of them actually, Thoughtful, I get a little nostalgic and I decided to smile. Today there may be another guy sharing the bed with you, telling the same jokes I told … Continue reading Remembering you

I am like that

I am like that I cry a lot and laugh a lot I say little, but very much I barely even scream Push me to the limits And I go crazy. I am like that A lot of music and … Continue reading I am like that

Friends

One day most of us will go different ways from the people we love, we will miss all the conversations thrown away, the discoveries we made, the dreams we had, the many laughs and moments we shared, even the tearful … Continue reading Friends

My love for travelling

Traveling … how nice it is to know new places, no matter what they are. I believe that every different ground we step on is a chance to experience something new. In addition to experimenting, learnings from it, no matter … Continue reading My love for travelling

My baby Boy

To my son, First of all, I want to tell you that I wish you all the happiness! And may this happiness extend throughout your life. May you feel it day by day, living in a balanced way, knowing that … Continue reading My baby Boy

Forgetting you

I could write to you and tell you that I feel nothing, that every day a little more  I’ve forgotten you. but this thing bumps into my chest and head. I even wanted to, but I can’t. It is just … Continue reading Forgetting you