You are welcome!

Welcome! To my absentmindednesses list.


Welcome! To my disappointments, wishful thinkings, unmade plans, forgetfulnesses list. Made of lyrics made of marzipan and butter-flies, inclement half-nudes. Full of mistakes and mischosen paths.

Then suddenly the tune went false

Welcome! To my souvenirs list. Made of stepped puddles and frosted lashes. Welcome to my green diary. Whoever gets in, never gets out. Ever.


Welcome to my scars collection, welcome to my memories-to-forget box, welcome! Welcome to my nonsenses cork board, welcome to my empty of interest, disinterested life


Welcome to the evidence of my bipolarity, to my souless dream butterflies, who look like my soul.


I like it when I am quiet. Welcome to the silence. Welcome to the chastity of my words, to the attentive obedience, to my brain, welcome to the jungle!

Arm-wrestling matches are won by the strongest, and I'm such a weak, stupid dragonfly...


I lost the compass Jack Sparrow gave me. Lord. I have no more.


I only have myself. And my myselfness.


I don't read between the lines. I'm slow as a turtle. You can speak clear or you can let me go.


I didn't need anything. I don't need anything now either.


Now... are you just somebody that I used to know?