Unravelled

I miscarry a lust for life

a passion for the unknown

a will to experience and observe the most sublime and horrid of things

I miscarry another world

I cannot give birth to in this prison I was locked up in.

I miscarry a pain for the human

difficult to bear, hard to confess

the pain of a child born in poverty

the pain of a man working overnight

the pain of a woman blocked inside her routine.

I miscarry the most delicate of pains

I cannot give birth to because they sound so absurd.

I miscarry a ravishing artist

all outraged and covered in blood and feathers

that pours herself on a blank piece of paper

trying to translate complicated and alluring thoughts

into heartfelt and pointless words

I miscarry an infected sensivity

I cannot give birth to in a atrocious reality.

Walking on the wire

So tonight I decided to put some Yann Tiersen on. Or, to be more precise, I decided to listen to piano music in general. For me, this kind of music is more than pleasure to my ears. It's inspiration, it's feelings, it's memories, thoughts that even a simple scale of notes can carry. It's magic, how it happens. Listening to this kind of music and being all creative and..maybe..a bit depressed. Because writers and poets are primarily depressed people, too sick and tired of life and its games. But there's hope. Sometimes.


The track that I chose to listen to is called "Sur Le Fil". It's taken from the soundtrack of a very beautiful movie, "Amelie". For some people, Amelie is merely a romantic movie. For me, and maybe others, the movie doesn't aim to communicate a simple love story, but the appreciation of beautiful moments, the adventure that can exist in a rather routinary life (especially the life of a Western citizen), the happiness hidden in deceivingly unimportant things - which we sometimes fail to see, and tend to search for it in the wrong places. 


Sur le fil is "On the wire", in english. I did not know what it means, since I never learned French in my life, but I asked some YouTube people and they told me the exact translation in English. The depressing and melancholy melody along with its rather mysterious and feeling-evoking title made me think. 


There are moments in life when we feel like we're walking on a wire. A wire which can break and throw us to the ground, kill us or maybe save us,take us to other side, justify our choices, make us see things we never saw. Walking on a wire means that everything is fragile; if you make the correct choices, you will keep walking, if you make the wrong choices, you'll fall, and maybe you won't have the ability to come back and fix it all. 


There are moments in life when we feel like we can't go on. Should we keep walking on the wire, or let ourselves fall? Should we continue living a boring life, or change it all? Should we continue living in a bad relationship, or break up and accept the consequences of our actions? Should we study hard to enter the university, or do something else and disappoint our parents? 


Life is based on choices. When you're on the wire, you have to choose. Choose whether to walk hastily and fall or walk slowly and make it to other side, choose whether to stay in the middle of the wire or make it to the end of it, choose whether to abandon the wire and fall off or stay there and keep fighting until you reach the edge of it. It's all a matter of choice. You choose, you enjoy or suffer. Everything is fragile when you're up there, on your own, deciding over your life, without anyone guiding you. 


I am not an advice-giver, because I am rather frustrated and depressed person, but one thing I can guarantee you about is that our choices shouldn't be affected by third-party people. Only we know what is best for us and only we can decide. Do not let people intervene in your life and make you become something you've never wished for. Better regret things you have done rather things you haven't done. Fact.

Love Me.

Mick. <3

About Life

     If I were to write a letter to my grandchildren, what would I write? Possibly I'd be too ashamed of myself, 'cause I transferred to them a world that doesn't give a damn about them. From the moment we're born till the day we die, we're just a number to those people,that wear knots and spend their days in offices or in cosmopolitan celebrations. Or maybe, an annoying obstacle on their way to power and success. But that shouldn't bother them, or discourage them from walking on and on , however difficult this path may be.

      And when they feel that the laws they're fed with are unfair, they should speak their mind and never come to their knees and pray for Gods and saviours. Even if there is a God, he probably has no intention of aiding the poor creations of his wisdom, since he has deliberately given them the freedom to choose their own form of destruction and thus, destroy other people without getting a divine punishment. They should help themselves,and never ask for someone else to do all the hard work, because those people,that are up there, and look at all of us from above, and wear knots and phoney smiles, are completely dehumanized. Thing is,they rarely realize it and consequently, they consider themselves very worthy of appreciation and admiration. But the people who are down there can easily make out the beast smile drawn in their faces.

    I'd tell them not to judge me too hard for having transferred to them this kind of hideous world, because I was a very confused,baffled and unstable person that couldn't decide for herself, let alone form an opinion that includes the entire world in it. Or maybe, I'd tell them that I tried, but I was still knocked down and fallen off the stairs, whenever I tried to climb up the stairs and try for something more. Which can be equally true to the first statement, since I am still young and I do not know what I may do in the years to come. 

   I'd tell them not to let themselves be deceived by beautiful people and glamorous lives. Real happiness lies elsewhere. I ain't going to lie; there is no happiness without a considerable amount of money, because poverty bears misery. But you definitely don't need a big house to be able to call yourself happy. There are other things that matter more, like; helping people who are in urgent need of it, or falling in love, or meeting new people, or doing team work, or dreaming, or changing this world for the better,or at least trying to. And that, beauty itself is not something that can be preserved or put in boxes and perfectly ordered products, but something that combines both appearence and inner world. Let me explain, because I wouldn't like my own grandchildren to misunderstand my words. I mean that, appearence becomes beautiful with the help of the inner world, of the positiveness that one can give out to their environment. In my experience, I've seen people that cannot be considered pretty in an objective-superficial way, but were so pretty inside,that the appearence was even prettier than the appearence of a glamorous,hot person you'd probably see on the tv. And I've seen people that looked like super-hot-models that were so empty,so hollow,or so vicious inside,that they could not support their appearence. And I've seen people both pretty on the outside and on the inside. In this world of a million different people, we cannot be absolute about anything, and never fall in the trap to make predictions,since people are the most obscure beings ever existed. So i'd tell them not to choose to have a hollow person next to them, no matter how beautiful he or she may look on the outside, 'cause external beauty comes and goes, but real beauty deriving from the combination of the two stays forever.

     I'd tell them not to judge people too hard, because we all, me included, fall in this vicious trap and consider ourselves know-it-all-ers. Each one of us has their own problems,their weaknesses and their strong points, and it would be foolish of them to think that they know a person enough to know why he has decided to act in a specific way. We are such complicated beings and our actions can be linked to a million causes.So i'd tell them not to ever think that they know those simple people that sit next to them in the bus,or in a bench, or in a cafe, enough to judge their lives and actions.

    I'd tell them not to worry about people's opinions on them, because life is too short to be lived by the standards of other people;and that people will always form opinions on things they have little knowledge of, or things that they passionately envy and blame others for doing them. Be crazy;follow your heart and your passions;live every moment to its fullest because,when you get old, all you'll remember is those passionate moments and certainly not the opinions of other people...

LOVE.

I feel such a little kid sometimes - when I'm with you. 

 But I love you so much that it blows my senses away.... <3

The little prince and the fox

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree." 

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at"

"I am a fox," the fox said.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

"What does that mean--'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . ."

"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."

"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

"On another planet?"

"Yes."

"Are there hunters on that planet?"

"No."

"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"

"No."

"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ."

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. 

"Please--tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . ."

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . ."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . ."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all." 

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:

"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret." 

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

And the roses were very much embarassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose. 

And he went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye," he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."

"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember. 

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Friendship

Life is like taking the bus on a regular day. We are sitting safe in our seat,but the person sitting next to us changes. It's like all those people that come and go, making our lives worth living and then arbitrarily abandoning us,or those people that never loved,never cared,just stood by our side for their personal benefits.But among all those people that constantly change,and new people take their place,there are some human beings that will get off the bus in the same stop as us. These are the people that will never,ever leave us,these are the people that will always be there,no matter how long the journey will be,no matter how much the ride will last,no matter how hard the circumstances will be. It doesn't matter.And these are briefly called "Friends".