Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Tuba Mirum

The trumpet will send its wondrous sound
throughout earth's sepulchres
and gather all before the throne.

Death and nature will be astounded,
when all creation rises again,
to answer the judgement.
A book will be brought forth,
in which all will be written,
by which the world will be judged.

When the judge takes his place,
what is hidden will be revealed,
nothing will remain unavenged.

What shall a wretch like me say?
Who shall intercede for me,
when the just ones need mercy?

Monday, July 13, 2009

The right moment

The more I think about everything, the more I get convinced that the true connection never exists. Destiny is what we make of it. Love is what we want to believe it is.
There's no such thing as compatibility, destiny, THE ONE. It was never meant to be. You never got to chose. You never got chosen.

It only was the odd person at the right moment... It could have been the right one, or the wrong one, or the random one, but it was all about that moment...


And if you miss that moment, it never comes back again, no matter how you try...


And I missed it...