Restless I feel … My heart aches deeply … He captivates my heart …
My thoughts are scattered … Right now … Oh dear! I continually shatter my heart, Dispersing its fragments Until they touch The depths of your being, My beloved …
Between the lines of a muted conversation, Unspoken tales form a quiet foundation … Heartbeats echo the stories concealed, In the silent spaces, emotions revealed …
‘Don’t wake me … I’m not dreaming’ …
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Gaman/ japanese (n.) Gaman is a Japanese word of Zen Buddhist origin which means ‘enduring the seemingly unbearable with patience and dignity’. The term is generally translated as ‘perseverance’, ‘patience’ and ‘tolerance’ …
My heart is full of many things to say to you But I feel speech is nothing to you at all …
I believe We shall surely see each other someday Though I’m afraid I wouldn’t deliver the observations So far I’ve made …. The emotions that’s touching me these days, In moments so weird ….
I believe Love is an act of forgiveness A tender look that may become So sad But what do I do out of it? My tender look is my Strange habit ….
I believe My undefined patience And the passion of my angels Give me much relief Cause I know you … Although you show your indifference But I bet it’s only out of love, Not hate …
Then suddenly I get this bittersweet feeling of onsra, that whatever little we have is coming to a close
My heart is full of many things to say to you But I feel speech is nothing to you at all
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Tell me if I’m wrong ….
Onsra/ boro (n.) the bittersweet feeling of loving for the last time, or realizing your love won’t last
In the wind A flower brings life, Plain and pure; That you once sowed .. It’s a work that you can see It’s blooming …
In the wind A mystery seems invisible; Believing is the touch, That you once felt .. It’s a work that your mind Can not resist ….
In the wind A yearning hums a tune, Simpler and warm .. That you once met and mingled; It’s a work that you Can not get over it …
In the wind A sound whispers in the ears, Caressing silently .. That you once belonged; It’s a work that you’ve Ever fallen like rain …
In the wind A love brings life That you once gave it all; It’s a work that you can never forget And neither it’s ever over ….
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Commuovere (Italian) /ko’mːwɔvere/ (v.) this word means you’ve been moved or touched or had your heart warmed, by someone. Specifically, it’s a story that has stirred your heart or moved you to tears …
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Sometimes I do feel a bit of strange when I find my mind chooses the words that tread the hazy line between romance, or emotions of two potential lovers or just someone who I may have met somewhere, in my imagination or real, or virtually, or anywhere in the universe, … then I feel that while writing it’s not necessarily solely about me all the time and it’s not what it seems as well and it’s just something that makes me feel happy when I can express certain feelings as it comes within; Often I know, through these words, I simply may portray someone else’s longing, or devotion, or heartbreaking phase, or someone who might be seeking solace from the world of separation, or someone who makes his love stronger even when it’s over … or just about me trying to find the right words to describe an indescribable feeling within ….
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Felt a quite chaos while painting it, so I named it CHAOS
The paths and the valleys are glowing There is magic in mountains and waterfalls The air is reciting the story of our love ….
There I felt shy when you came near to me The breeze could hear the breaths of my silent shyness … but I couldn’t …
Here My unheard songs are echoing across the mountains Even though I’m feeling a bit lonely Without you …. Yet this loneliness has a fragrance of you Our love has hopes for tomorrow This distance looks good to me …
The paths and the valleys are glowing There is magic in mountains and waterfalls The air is reciting the story of our love ….
Life is somewhat grey Everywhere Just monotony Lost and lonely …
Don’t you know?
Only when you stay Life is colorful …. A hopeful glow Echoes of brighter joy Birds sing cheerful songs Rays of sunshines warm my cheeks My yellow dyed dreams return …