Monday, January 12, 2009

When I wanted to fly


He glided proudly through the air, besides me. He flew, but the wind wouldn't let him move forward. Stubbornly, he pushed ahead, with his head held up high. I waved form the edge, but he didn't even look at me. He stared in front of him, at his road... From within me, all the daemons, all the nightmares, all the sweat shadows from the past came out and didn't let me find my peace, at that ordinary day, while I waited to hear from you...

7 comments:

Внукот said...

Honestly, I don't like this one!

ЛУДА ГЛАВА said...

battery azis =)))))))

Vnukot said...

And many more! =))))

ЛУДА ГЛАВА said...

do you beleve you can fly? =)))))

I.V. said...

Why are you following me? :D

Débora Cristina Vasconcelos said...

Olá, você visitou o meu blog, obrigada! É uma pena eu não te responder em Inglês, espero que você tenha um programa para traduzir. As fotos do seu blog são lindas...Até mais!

Carlos "Charlie" Prodigalidad said...

Oh,boy! I am quite excited. Now, I am getting sort of "confirmation" that "most" (if not all) people dreamed of flying. On my other blog, charlieprodigalidad.blogspot.com, I listed SMALLVILLE as one of my favorite tv series. There I wrote how in my childhood I longed to fly, not to save people as if I want to be a hero, but rather just to fly above the mountains & enjoy the view & free my mind! Nice blog. Keep on "flying".