Maybe we're dealing with bad timing again. It might just not be it, our thing, you know... not at this point, not in this place. Maybe 'indoors' is (still) the best alternative we get at this point in time. Maybe the countdown it's not even on yet. Maybe the goddamn clock is defected. Maybe I'm not losing as much as I think I'm losing. Maybe this is the way of it showing me I need to hang in there stronger than I did so far. I'm only gonna lose the things I don't look after. Maybe it's more serious than we think, but maybe it's not. Maybe it's wrong, but what if it's right?

Was there any mistletoe? Was it?... But then, again, too me, that one has proved to be wrong years ago. Years before the worries began.

There sure is a reason why all the leaves of Stockholm have fallen... There must be a reason in everything that (didn't) happened for the past two years, sailor!

Finns det några möjliga sätt på vilket våra vägar någonsin kommer att korsas igen, sjöman?

A song for everything

We (often) bleed the same way

Let's say it could happen for you to get cut...quite deep. Afterwards, while bleeding and trying to deal with the pain, you go searching for a bandage (one of those cute ones with smilie faces on them). You quickly apply it on the wound and let's say that does it for a while... at least you'll stop bleeding and prevent an infection. But there comes the time when you need to take the bandage off. It can happen for you to pull it very hard off the wound and you start bleeding again... Only this time you won't be crying because of the pain, but smiling to the scar. Bleeding means you're alive, right? Scars will prevent you from forgetting. I'm not saying it's a good thing, but if it happens, when it happens, it can make you feel so alive, just like a rush of adrenaline. 

I lost my virginity to

It's too late for Stockholm...

while Paris was an illusion.

Maybe London is still a possibility.

[or nothing at all]

"Once, there was a man..."
"Once upon a time?"

Macbeth- Fables

Meet me in Stockholm next year

"Acasă" îşi pierde constant semnificaţia. A rămas numai drumul dintre punctul A şi punctul B de parcurs săptămânal în cel mai inert mod cu putinţă, cu vântul în faţă, printre frunze ude. Două locuri care s-au răcit inconştient spre a deveni tot mai ostile. Telefonul a intrat în perioada de hibernare pe care consideră c-o merită. Luminile oraşului sunt tot mai palide, serile târzii şi reci petrecute pe străzi şi în staţii de autobuz sunt acum insipide. Seva paginilor devorate zilnic cu un disperat nesaţ nu se mai absoarbe la fel de eficient.
Prietenii decupaţi în serie din hârtie creponată s-au topit, fără urmă de regret, sub stropii viguroşi ai ploilor de toamnă.
Nu mai intru în aceleaşi parcuri de teama fantomelor calde. Omizile ocoleau mereu cu indiferenţă trupurile mute ce tânjeau după apropieri ambigue. Să fie eşecuri sau aşa arată de fapt partea plină a paharului?
Nu există căi de întoarcere, ci doar cărări neexperimentate şi ostile. Optimismul e din ce în ce mai perimat.
Spaţiul devine dinadins tot mai îngust, timpul e nejustificat mai lacom.
Meet me next year, sailor!

some unfinished stories

Some drown their highest dreams in deep glasses of wine, while others feed from love stories written with honey and milk.

Some burn hopes under the accusation of heresy, while others afford to buy brand new pairs of diamond wings for their precious angels.
Some reject butterflies, while others hunt for bats.
Some don't find time to be happy for themselves, because they're too busy fading out in someone else's personality.
Some give up their received gifts to embrace those who belong to others.
Some complete stories are long forgotten, while others will never end, for they're missing-parts puzzles.

the coffee, the drama

Life doesn't have enough happy endings for everybody. Iar unii sunt mai egali decât alţii - întotdeauna!
Dacă lucrurile nu evolueză în mod natural în direcţia pe care ţi-ai dori-o [păi...şoc!], nu prea are sens să încerci tu să trasezi un făgaş artificial, pentru că [din nou - şoc!] n-o să meargă oricum.
Science fact: lucrurile care nu reflectă lumina sunt invizibile.

Us!

Look, I found a picture of us! Aren't we lovely?