Some gifts that you don't find thereabout:

Another typeface from sky
A piece from the sea
A hand that was hurt
One slow-motion day
A perfect Sunday
A towel on the floor
A tired road
An airplane trace
A lonely shadow
A restless light
A deviation on the street
A poet's voice
An empty bottle
An faded ashtray
A hotel in the corner
An awoke sleep
A secret good-bye
A coffeehouse closing
A warning at the door
A note in the air
An open square
A lost street
A charmed night
For the rest of your life
An infinite highway
A discreet advice
A closed curve
A deserted poem
A distant city
A wet suit
A divine rain
A tight desire
A forgotten night
Any beach
A hidden sigh
In a man's skin
A secret meeting
An anchored dune
Two naked bodies
Hugged in nowhere
A shooting star
A glance that stands back
A hidden tear
When a kiss is not enough
An opened traffic light
A good-bye for good
A wound that hurts
Not externally, but internally



You ask me one moment
Get caught by words
You hide on time
Because time has got wings
You take the city
You loose my hair
And you get lost with me
Because world

world is the moment
Unknown "Felipe" Trusting - 16 years, 10 months, 11 days ago

"Je rêve son visage je décline son corps
Et puis je l'imagine habitant mon décor
J'aurais tant à lui dire si j'avais su parler
Comment lui faire lire au fond de mes pensées?

Mais comment font ces autres à qui tout réussit?
Qu'on me dise mes fautes mes chimères aussi
Moi j'offrirais mon âme, mon coeur et tout mon temps
Mais j'ai beau tout donner, tout n'est pas suffisant

S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Si l'on changeait les choses un peu, rien qu'en aimant donner
S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Je ferais de ce monde un rêve, une éternité

J'ai du sang dans mes songes, un pétale séché
Quand des larmes me rongent que d'autres ont versées
La vie n'est pas étanche, mon île est sous le vent
Les portes laissent entrer les cris même en fermant

Dans un jardin l'enfant, sur un balcon des fleurs
Ma vie paisible où j'entends battre tous les coeurs
Quand les nuages foncent, présages des malheurs
Quelles armes répondent aux pays de nos peurs?

S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Si l'on changeait les choses un peu, rien qu'en aimant donner
S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Je ferais de ce monde un rêve, une éternité

S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Si l'on pouvait changer les choses et tout recommencer
S'il suffisait qu'on s'aime, s'il suffisait d'aimer
Nous ferions de ce rêve un monde
S'il suffisait d'aimer"
Unknown "Felipe" Trusting - 16 years, 10 months, 16 days ago

"My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us ‘Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.’

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn’t moved a muscle. ‘Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.’

She calmly turned her head and said, ‘In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.’

To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, ‘Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Betch.’ "

**by Mike Deakin**
Unknown "Felipe" Trusting - 16 years, 10 months, 16 days ago

Minute by minute the heart pulses stronger and stronger
and sentences wonder round, and round my head.
While I'm in the crowds where I get lost, not just between but among them
and when the lamp lights, on the way, are shining dark instead

There are, in those stressful streets we walk unintentionally,
Those stunning houses and some monumental buildings
Judging frigidly, and without proofs, our sad vain capacity
starting to doubt as I wonder when would they believe me

I walked along, long corridors with windows on the walls
And I stopped by some to ask some useful information
I asked so many things, so many that I consider it my fault
When savagelly and barefoot, I went out running, chasing tails

And afraid and wounded I arrived home. I turned on the Tv.
But oh the man from the news was speaking in some other language
Then I took a pleasant shower, with a bottle of beer
And ended up sleeping on my sofa, with a donnut in my hands
Unknown "Felipe" Trusting - 16 years, 11 months ago

I live close and distant of my love. This love, which can be everything or anything, forever or any time.
I hardly talk about this love, but it is wonderful to feel it, it is seductive, full of ambushes that I myself could not know how to describe much.
I feel like a volcano in eruption, and sensations like that are imperceptible to common beings. Although sometimes sensations like that are mixed to other ones no so positive... Those, like the departure hour, trying to make me believe that the good moments are not forever.

* * This love is like an insurmountable rock; Says to be wise, intending impossibilities. Says to be careful, avoiding dreams... This love is the mystery of my life, it is the enigma that I can't get unmasked. * *

But still, yes, I continue willing to accept impossible passings. I continue to observe this love, in slow motion. I watch it, while it changes my road, haunted for the notion that somewhere a passion exists in fires.
Unknown "Felipe" Trusting - 16 years, 11 months, 11 days ago