La femme ne sait pas separer l’âme du corps

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 20:00:29 GMT

Life is a house. It depends on which doors you push what will be laid across your path. There is an endless count of rooms or floors and sometimes people never get off the elevator at all. Some live in the basement and some will walk to an unknown rooftop - no matter if it exists. They just keep in walking up there.

I went to bed in one room and woke up in another. No noises, but one - the walls either echoed with my heartbeat or the sound my eyes make when blinking, that heavy weight and fine line between not being able to open them and not wanting to. A few minutes before it always happens, my body will pulsate with shivers, my hand reaching for the other one and taking its palm like a fragile stone. Hardships cannot leave you weak. In the best words, I have been on a constant lookout for a reminder of these soft spots in life - and it is when you find an entity that is entirely frail and beaten down in its most natural state, that you see the complexes which you carry as a blessing and not a curse. It's this possibility that does not break my heart. Anything can happen at any moment.

One might think that relationships between one person and another come from the spontaneous occurance of having met in one of these rooms. But my sympathies lie with those I see in the corridors. There, within the midst of it all I feel harboured. When you are in that corridor with me, you will never be alone. If life is a house, we will be its hallways.

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 00:46:10 GMT

Sample me and leave me then
beckon me
to stay

Long after
your face found a niche on my stomach
your eyes have bathed with the sight of body

I saw the cracks in your skin palliated
so thankful for water after such
drought

I understand we can't all stay wet
like the fish we envy

Love is

Thu, 17 Jul 2008 06:19:18 GMT

a drink with a lit cigarette
Love is your mouth that's holding my breath
Love is your hand that covers my breast
Love is the only soldier left

Sun, 17 Jun 2007 17:16:26 GMT

Time slows down when you look at me

Maybe it's time to move on from this journal, and begin to uncover what I really want to say

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 03:25:07 GMT

My limbs sink
my mouth is parched,
my body trembles,
the hair bristles on my flesh.

The magic bow slips
from my hand, my skin burns,
I cannot stand still,
my mind reels.

I'm stumbling into you

Everett Aires

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 04:48:18 GMT

Everett Aires September 10, 1988 - April 16, 2007

Passed away suddenly as a result of an automobile accident on Monday, April 16, 2007 at St. Mary’s Hospital at the age of 18.

Loving son of Kathryn Aires and Mario and his wife Lori Aires all of Kitchener. Dear brother of Mitchell, Derrick, Alainna, Marissa and step-brother of Chris Costa and Michael Costa. Everett will be missed by his grandparents Antonio and Maria Aires and Connie Smith and many aunts, uncles and cousins and his special friend Alana Scott.

Ev graduated from St. Mary’s High School and was working at Loblaws Distribution Centre for the last year. Ev enjoyed life to its fullest and loved to laugh. Ev will surely be missed by anyone fortunate enough to have been touched by him.

I'm so exhausted I've become numb. I can't feel, but somehow he is sitting right there next to me. I'm so tired of today. The shock precedes the heavy pain of grief. I miss him so, so fucking much already.

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 18:32:32 GMT

I just went on a ten km hike. It feels so good TO BE FIT!!!!!!

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 21:08:18 GMT

If a day won’t come
When the monuments of institutionalized religion are in ruin
…then, my beloved,
then we are really in trouble.

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 06:05:20 GMT

Sorry for the X-posting
What's the CHEAPEST way for two people without a vehicle to get from Kitchener-Waterloo/Toronto to New York City?
CHEAP!!!!!

My childhood in one video

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 05:54:21 GMT

If you know who this is...then I'll make you dinner.

Sat, 24 Feb 2007 05:57:47 GMT

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 02:09:23 GMT

Mann oh mann, ist diese Art "American Idol" viel lustiger in Deutschland...

Get ready for Mr. Looove!
http://www.videotube.de/watch/19556

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 22:04:17 GMT

Anna Nicole Smith is DEAD? Why does this seem so unreal?

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 22:40:00 GMT

Es gibt nichts, was mir wichtiger wäre als Harmonie und Glück in meinem Leben und nichts was in meinem Leben zerbrechlicher sein muss. Ich liebe jeden Tag, an dem ich lachen darf und verfluche die Stunden, in denen ich nicht weiß wohin mit mir. Und wenn ich nicht gerade zuviel über alles Mögliche nachdenke, dann versuche ich den Menschen auf die Spur zu kommen, die mir mehr bedeuten als ein Lächeln. Wenn ich an Schicksal glauben könnte, bin ich wohl ein typischer Krebs (nicht zu sagen dass ich errlich Waage bin) dem nichts eine Bedeutung abringen kann, außer das eigene Glück. Aber immerhin - ich lerne. Langsam und stetig, aber ich lerne. Also habt Geduld mit mir, wenn ich hin und wieder unausstehlich bin und leiht mir Flügel, wenn meine brechen.

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 04:57:05 GMT

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 17:13:19 GMT

What would you do if you had one more day?

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 16:46:57 GMT

Last night I woke up at 2 AM and realized I had declined liber wrong. It's a second declension with an irregular Nominative, and I though it was a stupid fourth declension noun. I don't know how many of you will get that, but ugh, I want to cry. So in simple terms...err, simpler, I decline it with libris as the genetiv instead of libri... :(

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 20:36:19 GMT

"...hast thou not seen how they wander in every valley,
and how they say that which they do not?"

Mmm...

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 15:13:20 GMT

Last size 7 = I'm not called Lady Luck for nothing. Yum.

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 14:58:32 GMT

Zapjevaj, dušo...
pjesmu što mi stvara bol
Ja tebe ljubim
a ti jedva znaš za to.

On the path to Hesychia

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 00:58:31 GMT

Whoever sits in solitude and is quiet has escaped from three wars: hearing, speaking, and seeing. Yet against one thing he must constantly battle. His own heart.
--St. Antony

Lactose makes me do crazy things...

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 01:46:03 GMT

and at last...

Traduzione numero due...(shouldn't I be doing some school-related work?)

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 02:25:00 GMT

Yes, I beheld on earth angelic grace,
And charms divine which mortals rarely see,
Such as both glad and pain the memory;
Vain, light, unreal is all else I trace:

Tears I saw shower’d from those fine eyes apace,
Of which the sun ofttimes might envious be;
Accents I heard sighed forth so movingly,
As to stay floods, or mountains to displace.

Love and good sense, firmness, with pity join’d
And wailful grief, a sweeter concert made
Than ever yet was poured on human ear:
And heaven unto the music so inclined,
That not a leaf was seen to stir the shade,
Such melody had fraught the winds, the atmosphere.

I' vidi in terra angelici costumi...

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 00:21:42 GMT

I beheld on earth angelic grace,
and heavenly beauty unmatched in this world,
such as to rejoice and pain my memory,
which is so clouded with dreams, shadows, mists.

And I beheld tears spring from those two bright eyes,
which many a time have put the sun to shame,
and heard words unered with such sighs
as to move the mountains and stay the rivers.

Love, wisdom, excellence, pity and grief
made in that plaint a sweeter concert
than any other to be heard on earth.

And heaven on that harmony was so intent
that not a leaf upon the bough was seen to stir,
such sweetness had filled the air and winds.
until the last hour? For he makes a fine end who dies loving well.

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 17:12:32 GMT

At the end of the day, it's just you in there, inside your head, inside your skin. Find a way to love yourself.