Yesterday.
Tomorrow.
Today.
We live our life without even asking why days are called like that. They just do. Do they?
What do these words mean?
It´s a yester-day. What is yester?
Maybe yester means wisdom. The yesterday.
The day of wisdom, yesterday always leaves us something.
Always teaches something, everyday that goes by.
Now we´ll say: "the yesterday".
Tomorrow? I think it´s the opposite of sorrow.
Tomorrow gives us hope, and we know it can get better.
Today? Today is what we are livin´.
It´s a mixture. "To" from "tomorrow" and "day" from "yesterday".
It´s beacause what happens today depends on
The art of imagining... by free-your-soul, literature
Literature
The art of imagining...
I have been to every corner of the world,
Swam the oceans twice,
Talked with some mice.
Been to places you will never go,
I just had to open one or two doors.
I planted a pink tree,
And saw the floor upon me.
I slept on a cloud,
And screamed my name backwards loud!
I know how to speak in every single language that exists,
And also invented some more, serious, I wrote a list.
I invented a machine to see what others dream,
And shared with a squirrel a blue ice-cream.
I taught Einstein everything he knew,
Except my secrets, I have a few.
I saw the rain come from the floor,
And it started raining, even more.
I also jumped the ro
He held in one hand the last coins he had to take the train.
He stopped it, and seated on one of the seats next to the window.
All he got was a bag full of anger and regrets, and only one coin.
The journey became boring, the only thing he did was torture his conscience with the same things one time, two times, ninety five times. He mumbled he was nothing, he should have done something, he didn´t matter anymore, nobody cared about him nobody seemed to notice him
Nobody, until he finally noticed a little girl staring at him with those intense green eyes from the end of the corridor. He didn´t want to look at her. He did
It never really matters which path we choose,
Cause at the end we all reach the same place.
If life gives you two paths to go by, pick the one that is not familiar to you.
That may sound weird but that´s like it is supposed to be.
Try new things, take chances, don´t live with regrets. Life´s just one.
If it gives you new chances they are for you to take.
So don´t be afraid to fall there´s always a mattress below.
Sing me a sad song of summer,
To wait for the storm.
Write me a love poem,
To write down your feelings.
Give me that flower you found that summer,
The summer of your childhood days,
When everything was alright.
Smile at life,
And when it knocks on your door keep it wide open.
Flood your pencil with a cloud,
And paint your thoughts in the sky.
Please, let me take your hand as you run away.
Won´t you take me with you?
Let me be the wind hitting your cheeks,
Let me be the rain soaking your soul,
Let me be you wings if you decide to fly away.
That place you like so much is waiting for you,
I know there´s no lock on it&
Yesterday.
Tomorrow.
Today.
We live our life without even asking why days are called like that. They just do. Do they?
What do these words mean?
It´s a yester-day. What is yester?
Maybe yester means wisdom. The yesterday.
The day of wisdom, yesterday always leaves us something.
Always teaches something, everyday that goes by.
Now we´ll say: "the yesterday".
Tomorrow? I think it´s the opposite of sorrow.
Tomorrow gives us hope, and we know it can get better.
Today? Today is what we are livin´.
It´s a mixture. "To" from "tomorrow" and "day" from "yesterday".
It´s beacause what happens today depends on
The art of imagining... by free-your-soul, literature
Literature
The art of imagining...
I have been to every corner of the world,
Swam the oceans twice,
Talked with some mice.
Been to places you will never go,
I just had to open one or two doors.
I planted a pink tree,
And saw the floor upon me.
I slept on a cloud,
And screamed my name backwards loud!
I know how to speak in every single language that exists,
And also invented some more, serious, I wrote a list.
I invented a machine to see what others dream,
And shared with a squirrel a blue ice-cream.
I taught Einstein everything he knew,
Except my secrets, I have a few.
I saw the rain come from the floor,
And it started raining, even more.
I also jumped the ro
He held in one hand the last coins he had to take the train.
He stopped it, and seated on one of the seats next to the window.
All he got was a bag full of anger and regrets, and only one coin.
The journey became boring, the only thing he did was torture his conscience with the same things one time, two times, ninety five times. He mumbled he was nothing, he should have done something, he didn´t matter anymore, nobody cared about him nobody seemed to notice him
Nobody, until he finally noticed a little girl staring at him with those intense green eyes from the end of the corridor. He didn´t want to look at her. He did
It never really matters which path we choose,
Cause at the end we all reach the same place.
If life gives you two paths to go by, pick the one that is not familiar to you.
That may sound weird but that´s like it is supposed to be.
Try new things, take chances, don´t live with regrets. Life´s just one.
If it gives you new chances they are for you to take.
So don´t be afraid to fall there´s always a mattress below.
Sing me a sad song of summer,
To wait for the storm.
Write me a love poem,
To write down your feelings.
Give me that flower you found that summer,
The summer of your childhood days,
When everything was alright.
Smile at life,
And when it knocks on your door keep it wide open.
Flood your pencil with a cloud,
And paint your thoughts in the sky.
Please, let me take your hand as you run away.
Won´t you take me with you?
Let me be the wind hitting your cheeks,
Let me be the rain soaking your soul,
Let me be you wings if you decide to fly away.
That place you like so much is waiting for you,
I know there´s no lock on it&
I have travelled far and wide.
In search of peace beside.
I have seen creatures big and strange.
From creepy crawlers to trees and grange.
I have seen beautiful women all around.
In search of love, nowhere to be found.
I have seen birds that sing all day.
Their song without a scar or nay.
I have seen men risking their lives in honor.
Their brides sitting and crying in a corner.
I have seen babies crying for a drop of milk.
Covered in some old ladies warm silk.
I have seen children play in their darkest hour.
Even though dead are their mother and father.
I have seen people cry for silly things.
For a bottle of whisky or a bee s
"I think I wear my soul inside out."
"What?"
"My soul. It's inside out."
"That's a strange thing to say."
"I have all the symptoms though."
"And what are the symptoms of this disea-"
"It's not a disease."
"All right. What are the symptoms, then?"
"I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun."
"Fun?"
"You know parties and alcohol and normal things. Like that."
"Oh."
"What?"
"Nothing. What do you care too much about?"
"Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel.
i want to become a photographer and im also keen on writing. i like them so much because i think people find that way to free their feelings. it feels nice to put what you feel into paper, or the feeling you get when you get the shot you wanted. it is so sad not everyone has an artistic gift, but the ones who do, let your thoughts burst and free your feelings.
IT WAS JUST TO SAY I AM GOING ON HOLIDAY FOR A WHILE, SO IF I DON´T SUBMIT OR COMMENT ANYTHING, IT IS BECAUSE OF THAT.
IM COMING BACK IN JUST A FEW DAYS :)