after all, i was wrong: endings keep on coming. this time it was his turn and no easier sorrow. he will remain with us, under the fig tree (his favourite). the pillow-pouf which he wore ad nauseam for rest and dreams won't have much use for now. and even if a new friend comes along, to heal the sad emptyness that he left behind, things will be strange for a while. but every day a little bit better. or so i hope.

old in age but puppy at heart, cuddles forever.



(2000-2009)

'the end' has been displayed for too long.

it's about time to turn the page and... think of new choices. hopes. dreams. and everything more a person is entitled to.

i know i still Am.

and the circle broke. like a soap bubble popping in mid-air.

no love. no more. for us two together.

in some other path, with somebody else, who knows. perhaps.

better now.

much, much better.


(i was lost and you found me. once more.
4 years. for life.)

this path i'm on does not seem like the one.
not even sure it can take me where i want to go and who i want to be.

damn it.