Map to Paul’s heart

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

The strangest route of all,

Forcing me to go on

In this beautiful mess,

The road to love’s caress.

Searching for this map,

I was still trapped in a gap.

But when moving along,

The path was bringing on

The most fitting embrace,

A map that lead to grace.

And achieving Paul’s heart

Gave me the best start

To get to that point

Where is stillness and joy.

Where is my voice?

“No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.” Oscar Wilde

How to say it better , writers? Searching for my voice, my unique hidden writing voice is harder than I thought. It feels like chasing something in the forest, having some glances at it but not fast or trustful enough to catch it.

But, I ‘m seriously working on this.


Edith was facing me again,

Trying in a way to  explain

Something hidden inside herself.

Three years it took her to obtain

This old truth, her odd pain.

Running from it, just did’t work.

And now she had to take it out

Looking at it will make her doubt

Everything that she thought she knew?

“No matter whom I’m with or where

I seem to need no one, but then

I feel alone, in a good strange way

This makes me guilty? Because I stay ?

Although I’m partnerless.. everyday.


157-pana  Yesterday I felt like Michael, from the movie with the same name. John Travolta is the main actor. Perhaps some of you remember it. I feel like Michael, for one day, it’s full of sheer happiness. The most paradoxical thing is that it was unconditioned and that never happened before.

That day was worth living.