how deep is you love for me ?
it’s deep, michael
it’s deep
so deep that i feel swords slicing thru my heart
i love you
as deep as the oceans have water
feeling the pressure of every single tear-drop
i love you endlessly
universally
untill my humble being dissolves into you
do you really love me that deep?
i love you so much that
when i close my eyes and i start to float
and i glow …
how deep do i love you ?
not deep enough, my sweetest angel..
and i’ll deepen my love untill i will meet you
into pure energy ..
untill i’ll be completely dissolved
into your love …
it’s only then i’ll feel the trueness of happiness
it’s only then i’ll feel complete
and at peace …..
i love you more than my body can bear
i love you and it hurts
but pain is so sweet and addictive
i love you, i breath you, i miss you …
untill my Lord will take mercy on me and set me free from my own hell
from my sins and mistakes
i’ll continue to love you untill God decides i am worthy enough
to come, hug you and tell you ….
i’ll love you forever
while burning in hell for my earthly existance
i’ll love you untill you’ll forgive me
i’ll love you michael
untill you will love me
A grain of sand…
a grain of sand i am
nothing more
i fly around
as the winds blowi wish i could stop
for a moment
and feel the
protection
while i hide in your hands
feel the touch
the carresses
and look in your eyes
while i feel
your embraces
i’m a grain of sand
nothing more
i fly around
while the winds blow
Michael’s Birthday
When i woke up this morning …before i was too awake , this persistent thought came into my head: today is the day Mother Earth has blessed us. This thought stayed and revolved around in my mind all day.
Planet Earth: Poem Read by Michael Jackson
Remeber to help the children! …this is what Michael always told us and i feel this is all he wants most as a birthday gift. Love you AllWays, Michael…
Michael Jackson: A tale of Love and Hate.
This man’s existence determined unprecedented waves of emotions. His amazing talents in so many domains had made him probably one of the most loved persons that have walked the planet, but at the same time, the constant broadcasting of a wrongful image by press and other people had also made him one of the most hated person.
Years of contact with various people have let me to believe that it is almost impossible to remain impassible about him. You cannot but love him or hate him. Love is what he deserves in my opinion. I see him as being sensible and beautiful at heart, yet strong. His message got stuck inside my heart forever and i thank God that i am lucky enough to be contemporary with such an amazing person. Being a fan of his since i was a child, i can trully say that Michael Jackson to me is the best teacher i ever had and a true spiritual father to me. His words of wisdom found place into my heart, becoming golden laws that i try to live by. It isn’t always easy as unfortunately hate does make way into my life. Even if it seems illogical to me, there are a lot of people that do hate him, and some don’t even know it. I met people that hate him openly ,bringing press articles and their general perception of him as arguments, and while i strongly disagree with them, i acknowledge that at least these people are honest in their belief. i believe these people are simply blinded by misunderstanding and jealousy. but there are also people who don’t openly admit their hate and this, my friends, is what hurts me the most: people that say to your face that they love him just like you do but prove with their every breath and move that they don’t love him at all and that they don’t get his message.it is possible that these people don’t even know that their love is not real. I know it seems strange, yet i met these sort of people, and just to make it easier for you i’ll give an example: those fans that fight with each other over the MJ is dead/alive thing. I am sad to say i saw some saying very bad words to each other because of that. I know it is a sad and sensitive matter but i think we are all on the same side: Michael’s side.It is very important not to forget this.Do they love Michael only because they can see him, his body on the stage or because his love had touched their hearts in the most complete and wonderful way, thus changing their lives forever? And what about those people that are judgemental ? Saying about some of Michael’s most loyal friends that they are betraying him and his memory? I have no doubt that there were a lot of “snakes” around Michael but this doesn’t mean that there were only bad people around him. It’s not right to say someone is not loyal to him just because some fans don’t agree to what those people say.
I refuse to take sides on any matter that leads to hatred and bashing. I’ve recently saw a number of tweets coming from mj fans, to other mj fans that contained words that are unacceptable … it hurt my heart to see them cursing each other like that and if Michael would have seen that, he’d probably feel just as sad as i felt …
I love you all and thank you for reading this and try to be more Michael-like in what tolerance is concerned.
a man with no face…
you were the one
who had no face…
and all the others
were hunting you
because of who you were…
so beautiful your
soul was shining
in your eyes
you had no face,
no friends
but still, you had
your happiness
The mirage
This story was originally written in romanian by Ovidiu Tincu. As a kid i used to read this story and imagine it 
i simply love it and i translated it because i wanted to share it with you because it feels so special to me. hope you enjoy it too
A little boy was watching the fields that were spinning softly in front of his eyes thru the window of the train compartment and this smooth was spreading a sweet drowsiness. Dusk has descended over the land and far away, at the end of the day, the glittering Evening Star was rising.
A heavy, sleepy silence surrounded the nature and the restful swing of the train was gave the impression of floating upon an unknown and mysterious realm. He couldn’t understand where it was going and his wide, prying eyes were trying to gain insight into the edge of the vastness.
“Grandpa” the boy whispered carefully, cautious not to shatter the charm that caught him
“Grandpa, what is beyond this large field?”
“A forest”
“And beyond the forest?”
“A river”
“And beyond the river?”
“A hill”
“And beyond the hill?”
“A mountain”
“And beyond the mountain?”
“A cloud”
“And beyond the cloud?”
“Beyond the cloud, the Moon hides”
“And beyond the Moon?”
“There’s the Sun”
“And beyond the Sun?”‘
“The stars”
“And beyond the stars”
“There are other stars. Billions and billions of stars”
“And beyond them, what is it?”
“Beyond that? there is the Infinity”
“Infinity? What is that, grandpa? “
“The infinity is something that has no beginning and no end”
The boy got lost in his thoughts for a while and then he asked:
“And beyond the Infinity, what could there be? “
“There are more and more stars. Billions and billions of stars”
“And beyond the billions and billions of stars?”
“Another Sun”
“And beyond the Sun?”
“Another Moon”
“And beyond the Moon?”
“There’s a cloud”
“And beyond the cloud?”
“A mountain”
“And beyond the mountain?”
“A hill”
“And beyond the hill?”
“A river”
“And beyond the river?”
“A forest”
“And beyond the forest?”
“There is a large field”
“And beyond the field?”
“There’s a railway track on which there’s a train running”
“A train just like ours? “
“identical, with a locomotive, wagons, compartments and a lot of people traveling on their seats.”
“Real people? like us?”
“Yes. And in one of the compartments, there’s a boy with a little nose and freckles on his cheek, and blue eyes,and just like you, he is looking on the window, and he asks his grandpa all kinds of questions, just like you do.”
“What questions is he asking?”
“Everything that you ask me”
“Is that so? …and what’s that boy’s name?”
“His name is the same as yours”
“All the same?”
“Yes”
“His mother died too?”
“Yes”
“And does he feel sad and lonely too?”
“Yes”
“Grandpa, tell me grandpa, can i write him a letter? “
“Yes you can, but your letter would never get to him”
“Never…but why?”
“Because it would have to travel for millions of years just to reach a small part of the huge distance that separates you”
“not even if i would send it with the fastest spaceship of them all?”
“no”
“ohh…it’s so sad..”said the boy with a sigh ” i wish so bad i could know that boy!”
“Oh, but you can know him! And you can see him too..”
“When grandpa? How?”
“right now, just look at the window”
The child grew pale and a shiver crossed his whole body. His eyes were shining like two stars.
“Yes. i can see him..I see his face, his eyes…he’s looking at me…He moves his lips. I think he speaks to me but i don’t know what he says …Now he smiles. He waved at me!….Grandpa, please open the window quickly to see him better and hear what he’s saying..”
The cold wind whipped the boy’s cheeks. The field was deserted, and up in the sky the Moon was shining. A deep silence reigned and only the crickets were singing, monotonously, the way they have been singing since the beginning of the world.
The Mirage (by Ovidiu Tincu) – Translated by me <3
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part 4
part 5
Part 6
i love… :)
had a little fun with the word LOVE:
i love the boy from Neverland
i love the great anonymus
i love his love forever
i love loving
his being so divine
i love him since i realised
that love is the only way out
i love his endless love
that surrounds him day by day,
moment by moment
i love him being so bright and clear
i loved him from the very first night
i felt the love’s thrill
i love loving day after day
the boy made out of paradise’s dawns.
