The right path is the one that makes you feel free

It just feels good,
To feel that you are on the right path
or even better
to enjoy the ride so much
that thinking about directions
just make no sense.

Like in the old days
with the sun over our heads,
and shine in our eyes.

When nothing and everthing is clear

This night is on
and in between dreams and reality
I think.

About all the things
that I've been through in this last few years
Battles, sadness, smiles and love,
fears, doubts and answers.

All together like a big puzzle.
Like a dream
but real
Like this present out of control,
like the longest instants
full of things
that I will never be able to understand.

The eternal change is now

A new beginning
is out there
waiting for us every morning.

And in the meantime
we keep on thinking
with doubts, fears and questions.

Everything is changing
all the time,
on the inside and the outside...
And some times
we turn to be completely different
from what we were...
while still
remaining the same.

Reality will come to take it all over

When we were little kids
imagination was our reality.
We could spend ours in mind created worlds
without questioning,
without answering.

Then time comes
and reality washes away almost everything
unless we resist.

Most of us, fail to battle.
too many worries I could claim
(another excuse maybe)
and some memories get tainted
with the ink that should never
paint the canvas from the past.

When the rain is all over

"Messy hearts made of thunder"
Know Hope

When you ask the right question

After all
there is not much time
to do all the things that we want to do.
The clock is ticking
Time is fading away as we chose
whether to do it
or not.
But in the end.
Only few things really matter.
Very few.


(Picture was taken in Paris, France)

I don't know why

Silence on the inside,
like a peaceful war
but not for real.
This last couple of months I've been absent
From me, from you, from inspiration.
I don't know why
sometimes we let go the things we love the most...
But what really confuses me the most
is why I still try to write these lines.

The streets of Tel Aviv

For a long time,
since I moved away
I've been thinking
about the meaning of the word "home"
and in between smiles and memories
of my parent's house
my grandparent's living room
and my friends
I start to understand
that home is not only in one place
but anywhere where you feel love
and being loved.