Time Behind the Lens

 Life imitating life...

It's a cycle of subjects and predicates...

When the artist becomes the art itself.

Between Autumn and the Snow

And I'm starting to enjoy things

I don't even understand.

Like a language I've learned to spell

But cannot speak with my tongue.

I started to enjoy 

Occasional springs 

That would turn into winter 

Without knowing the summer.

And Whatever is in between 

The autumn and the snow,

Is an enigma I wouldn't want to know.

Let it remain a secret.

A magic in my thoughts.

Adventures of the Heartbreaks

But our Calloused hearts

Could challenge superstitions. 

And We survived to tell the tales

The Adventures of the heartbreaks. 

For no one marries their first love anymore, 

They became just a fond memory.

First loves, second, third and so on

Until you had enough and settle to the one you are at peace.

And I used to be lovers with fate.

Until it disappointed me.

Just to find out that I own my destiny.

Chances changing to creating opportunities.

Creating my own light out of the fires that burned me.

Warming my heart with the embers of painful breakups.

Redeeming my white dress again.

Taking back what was supposed to be mine.

My destiny, my destination, my time.

And be friends with fate again.

Big Little Things

 

Cycles of Happiness

 And in the gaps 

In between,

While I wait for your return, 

In another hundred years,

I'll stay in your memory.

Until we meet again

To create another moments... 

For me to stay with

When I have to let you go

All over again.

And Just to see you again,

I'll endure countless lifetimes,

Just to have another glimpse,

Just to have another touch,

For me to remember,

Until it's time again

For me to be With you.

Lifetimes

 And if we ever live

A thousand lifetimes, 

Will you promise to fall

Over and over again with me?

In different places,

In different times,

In different faces,

Will you again be mine?

Cause I promise to find you

Over and over again, 

In different ways,

With all my might.

To spend each lifetime 

Over and over again

With you.

Lost Flames

 Will there be embers 

In our lost flames?

Will there be warmth

In the ashes of our names?

Like a memory 

Tracing its way back,

Will the fire reignites 

With the lost sparks?

And You are the what if

That's entertaining my mind.

A welcoming ghost

From the lost times.

Toast