Completed dreams in nebulae moons shining black as faded suns. A cosmos falling down, felt gravity of it all, broken sights upon open ground. A look above, miraged truths shown, speeches of believable lies steps given without disposition to try as no reasons are there to be, nor motives to ask why.
Cracking sounds. Difference in resonated pitches. Contractions, hopes of kisses. Dreams of wishing, a perfect misjudged world. Absentia. (Elimadey) Check my books out.
Wasted Hearts is a collection of confessional poems to a girl that the author loved to the core of every fiber of his bones. In this beautiful work he shows the feelings he felt, the thoughts, the way she made him see life. But the thing is, although the girl apparently loved him too, she…Read more Wasted Hearts
These dreams, cursed nightmares embrace with your eyes sight. So far they lie... Not even there I can get close. Not even there you've lost presence. Not even there I dare to dare. You said you didn’t want to stay that I should go away… You said it yourself… so let me… go,…Read more Let me be again
Although we gamers are labelled as lazy and “without a life” persons, it is a truth that there are many positive aspects of gaming. We will briefly see the pros and cons of the gaming life now a days, going from the origin of games to the future of games and gamers. -A short…Read more The good side of gaming (article)
Brain tricking me, savoring images of you. I know they won't be true, and I wish not, as so does my soul calling you in it's silence. My brain illuding me, with your imagery, of angry words to hide smiles, as I become shy, once again... wishing it could happen one more time. By Júlio…Read more Relapse
Is it strange for one to retract himself to a point that he doesn't want to know anything about anyone or even doesn't feel the strain of caring most things? I guess not. Everyone has its reasons to do so and the right to do such. In my zone.