Not alone

Autophobia is a phobia (persistent and irrational fear) of being alone. The word is derived from the Greek words autos ("self") and phobos ("fear").

Many people who fear being alone fear being unloved, unwanted, or unrecognized. This fear often leads sufferers to enter into and remain in destructive social relationships. It can also lead them to engage in codependency and self-destructive behavior.

Random

Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplaces, occurrences
Chances are surprises
Another state of consciousness

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Photographic memory

Sometimes the bad times hit me ...
Turning into a romantic philosopher.
Sometimes I close my eyes and see
I'm a detached photographer.

Can't lie to a camera,
It just shows you what it sees.
I just see pictures, you're a
Photographic memory.

Joga

all the accidents that happen

follow the dot

coincidence makes sense

only with you

you don't have to speak

i feel

emotional landscapes

they puzzle me

So broken

So broken,
In pieces,
My heart is so broken,
I'm puzzling.

Angel

Falling... Me caigo. Fall of an angel... you can see the fall. When you're feeling high... Yo estoy dentro de las sombras ... When you kiss the earth, angel of your mind I'm flowing.
Dentro de tus suenos mas profundos, Yo te oigo me llamas, ... celestial ... tus miedos profundos. Me ves cayendo ... Me caigo ... Falling ... Vivo dentro de tu espiritu, Fall of an angel, la tiendo dentro de tu corazon ... You can see the fall... Angel... In your deepest dreams
Sufriendo, fluyendo dentro de ti ... Fall of an angel ... Besando la tierra, asciende te, levantando te, fluyendo dentro de ti, atraves de ti, cuando te lavantas, cuando esta triste, cuando lloras con la luvia ...

As oceans collide
From the moon across the sun
I'm wasting my breath
With no name and no one

Silence of the sound
And the color of the night
The sounds from the thoughts
And the thoughts from the night

Fluid and sinking
I melt into the light
There's nothing but space
And my soul can't take flight

Silence of the sound
And the colors of the night
The sounds from the thoughts
And the thoughts from the night

Fall of an angel... Falling...

SHE

She did love to be photographed..., and people loved to take pictures of her and do little things for her.



At that time, everybody was tall, thin and blond. Everybody posed, everybody gave you a look. But she was different.



Romania was not ready for this. But Italy was. It was the right moment... and being of the moment is everything in fashion. But of course, the more you were of the moment... the faster you become of the past.

Curse of the golden flower

Unspeakable secrets are hidden within the forbidden city.

One king.

One queen.

His power.

Her rebellion.

It's a queen. She'll breed. You'll die.

You are... a beautiful, beautiful, butterfly.

I play dead

darling stop confusing me

with your wishful thinking
hopeful embraces
don't you understand?
i have to go through this
i belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear

i play dead
it stops the hurting
i play dead
and hurting stops

it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
i nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache

i play dead
it stops the hurting