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)

Everybody have a different a way

Got love?
If it's the real kind
no matter what.
I bet it feels just fine.
(And hopefully smells good as well)
This is one of those days
That I feel happy
not be a Lemour

The persue of happiness

After all
that is what we are all looking for
sometimes with desperate passion
sometimes in shadows of silence...
the one thing
that makes us feel alive
for real..
But the question is:
How far are we willing to go,
to make it happen?