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I’ve never felt the Earth shake

Underneath my skin, bones breaking

And the smell of the vulcano, erupting,

Miles away from me.

I live in another place,

Where the sun always come

I live where bad days

Are all days and none.

It’s quite good in here, though

People may not always believe

They think that only the soul

Is enough for you and me

I live with people that don’t understand

That the BIG, the GIANT believes

Not in the people, nor in them

But on the money of their dreams.

From North to South

West to East

Capitalism crawls

Into the GIANT’s dreams

Breaking relations of poor human beings

Hiding information under it’s skin.

(Source: worldsellindogs)

Raindrops are falling

From the sky’s stairs

Said “nothing can save her

From her own nest”

Could she call for help?

Would she call for help?

Trees whispered into her ears

“Nothing can help you”

But, the girl, she had no fear

“I can be saved, it’s true!”

She ran away tonight!

She ran away to the night!

Didn’t you

Cave your hole?

Didn’t you

Lose it all?

Didn’t you

Reach the top of all?

… Now the girl is lost

… Now the girl is complete

… Now the girl is useless

… Now the girl is me

Drowned in the water

Of my own dreams

Respect me, Father

And forgive my sins.

- Francis Taeh

(Source: worldsellindogs)

My stomach can’t take this much. It’s in pain. Everytime I see you it starts shaking a little bit more.

My brain is no longer working. And it’s confusing me. Everytime you ask me something, everytime you say my name it stops functioning.

And, it’s so real, but still hypothetical… 

This is the worst feeling. Feels like someone entered my body and throw the child away forever. I feel numb and immature, but I also feel fine.

Francis Taeh is ripping my soul off my skin. She’s being herself inside of me… She’s bold, she has no fear… I want her to make this easier, because she knows what this feeling is like.

(Source: worldsellindogs)

(Source: worldsellindogs)

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Sometimes I wander around. While walking through the streets, watching the colours of the leafs and the movement of the river’s water. Then I start questioning about the concepts I have ever since I know myself. Ideas of life, of power and of social relations quickly bursted into my head and I couldn’t help myself, I had to give in.

My mind raced, lots of problems and mysteries to solve, but not a actual chance of solving than! Facing the truth, I’m no philosopher, sociologist, anthropologist… I’m nothing but a teen who over-thinks every step she takes.

The steps quickly became hard take, I sat on a bench and started to think. To many people, that word would mean the world, but to me, thinking does not bring such a good feeling. Maybe because the process of thinking gives me headaches and constant depressions. Maybe because I tend to believe people won’t put up with my stupidity… However, analysing the point where thinking started to be a problem to me is not the actual purpose of this text, therefore I’ll continue my story-telling.

I sat on the bench and thousands of thoughts fuelled up my mind. At first, I tried to control and to slowly erase them so I could return home peacefully, but, then, I realise I wouldn’t be able to control my thoughts that easily and I started to organize them.

I stayed there, in a complete blank mode, for about 20 or 30 minutes. All the discussions I had with myself during those everlasting minutes just proved me how unsure I am about things. I’ll try to explain it better: When I thought of society I asked myself if it worths to live in such a caotic and discriminating society, where money and looks are better seen than the intelligence one might have. But, although I might critize the capitalistic way of living, I can’t create a new kind of system to replace it… Even though I believe we should be treated the same, I believe in the uniqueness of the human being.

When it came up to religion, I saw that I could spend hours questioning myself about the existence or not of a God. I could try my best to find logical facts and answers to a spiritual and personal subject.

I got up from the bench feeling rather dizzy and nauseated. I managed to get myself home, where I knew I could feel safe from my own thoughts! But on the way through, I gave my head a chance to a last thought: If I have such multiple thoughts, am I a complex creature or just a hypocrite? And is that a part of human nature or became part of human nature?

“Rest your head and go to sleep” I said to myself. And that’s what I would do, just try to save me from myself. I tried to convince myself that I was nothing but a teen, and those wonders were made for phylosophers, anthropologists, sociologists…

However, before going to sleep I heard something whispering “The wisdom lies on those who know how to think, on those who are able to think and on those who cannot escape from thinking, not only on those who want to think. The wisdom can be accomplished, but not thrown away!”

Maybe I was wrong about the act of thinking. Maybe I’ll have to continue on questioning myself about the concepts I have. Maybe I’ll have to wander around the streets more often.

Maria Laura

(Source: worldsellindogs)

Ever since I can remember, I wait until midnight to say goodbye to all old memories and to welcome a whole new year!

My parents never had a tradition, they never taught me to wait for the New Year to come. At around ten or ten thirty, they would come up to my room and wish me a Happy New Year.

But, I, on the other hand, always enjoyed going up to the window and sneaking other people’s parties.

Everybody always had their own parties! Some were small, others were big. But, no matter how many people, there was always a feeling of companion, love and mostly hope!

There was loud music, drinks, happiness… For a moment, people didn’t have problems. For a moment, the woman next door didn’t have cancer, the neighbour wasn’t suffering from his son’s death, the man on the bar didn’t have financial problems to solve.

There was just loud music, drinks and hapiness.

For years I had watched the fireworks, analysing every single one of them!

I realized how similar they were to the people around me. They had spent the days in a quiet state, but on this special moment they would burst out in to a excitement feeling of hope. On this moment, they could conquer the world, they could explode!

People are like that, they feel a little joy, they burst into hapiness… They open their bottles of champaign and laugh! They talk, they scream, they dance!

But, then, it all ends. The fireworks become little gray clouds on the sky. People lower their voices, they go to sleep and wake up on a new day…

And life continues. Another year had come not only to me, but to everyone around as well.

Yearly, I close my window when the fireworks and champaign bottles stop making their noises. I turn down the lights and go to bed.

It’s the start of a New Year and I just wish is to be able to watch the fireworks again.

Maria Laura

(Source: worldsellindogs)