Mathilde Flamante

I’m the sweetest smile,
And a pain of my dad
And a pain in the ass
As well as tears of my mum,
And happiness for everyone,
And paradise…yours only.


I’m probably somebody who doesn’t belong to any place around,
And back, across the sea or even the ocean that remains being salty and gigantic.



I have no question or any complains about how come my little ass become so spanless…
I have a speculation: O Lord, I knew You gives me all mine back.



So who I am? And where I am?
- Are questions not that simple.
And those who would love to know -
Answers will never be settled..
And my piece of advise to everyone who listens
Don’t ever ask the Universe such senseless thing,
Just be a part of Being, be out and insight,
Think backwards or better don’t even bother yourself
With such a useless stuff.
Just open up your heart with thing
That opens cans
(Openers which are mostly made for righties,
Yet can be ordered on-line or purchased in Disney Land for lefties
Though more expensive)!!!!
Poor us (:


The question mark is still remains on agenda and in our eyes:
What next? What is afterlife? And who else is in there?
Hey, hey, hey…
But an innocent silence brings depression, frustration, and sorrow.
I patiently try convincing myself surrender to the Present.
And frankly speaking, it is the hardest thing to do, but well worth.
And constant efforts might make one free or let him down.
It is alternative…
Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No and YES.
What comes next?
It is a choice.
It is everything we have.
It is our bliss and perdition