SLEEPING GIANTS- SYLVAIN NEUVEL vol.1

A girl named Rose is riding her new bike near her home in Deadwood, South Dakota, when she falls through the earth. She wakes up at the bottom of a square hole, its walls glowing with intricate carvings. But the firemen who come to save her peer down upon something even stranger: a little girl in the palm of a giant metal hand.

Seventeen years later, the mystery of the bizarre artifact remains unsolved—its origins, architects, and purpose unknown. Its carbon dating defies belief; military reports are redacted; theories are floated, then rejected.

But some can never stop searching for answers.

Rose Franklin is now a highly trained physicist leading a top secret team to crack the hand’s code. And along with her colleagues, she is being interviewed by a nameless interrogator whose power and purview are as enigmatic as the provenance of the relic. What’s clear is that Rose and her compatriots are on the edge of unraveling history’s most perplexing discovery—and figuring out what it portends for humanity. But once the pieces of the puzzle are in place, will the result prove to be an instrument of lasting peace or a weapon of mass destruction?

Review:

Well it took me quite long to put all my notes together and finally write a review of this book.

First of all I want to say that it has been quite a while from the last time I have red a sci-fi book.

This is the first volume of a Trylogy :The Themis Files

It was summer 2019 when an artist that I follow recommended this book, that he was reading too. So, I went on a hunt around the web stores and several pages to see if it has came for me finally the time to go back to sci-fi after years dedicated mostly to fantasy and vampires books. Well it was. And immediately after red 20 pages I decided to follow also the writer, because he has waken up my love for the sci-fi again.

I like a lot how he has planned the book. We see the story told by the characters involved and this is something I haven't seen in a while and is a big plus for my new journey into the sci-fi, and the one who is pulling the strings is a mysterious character which we really don't know from where and who he is.

The reader is entering into the story through every character prospective in the format of interviews. For some, this choice could feel like there are not so much emotions involved but there are and it makes you really wants to know what is happening next and know better also who is involved in the story.

The profile of each character is well built through those interviews and throughout the story, and is easy to understand their strengths, their flaws and their weaknesses.

The character that really I find interesting, like I wrote before, is the interviewer, so I will read for sure the next volumes to understand him better.

I have found the reading really enjoyable and I will read more about Sylvain Neuvel, because I really like his style.

And what a tricky thing is the final? I went to buy the second volume right away. This is the right way to make the reader interest and the curiosity of what comes next high.

So Welcome into my personal Library Sylvain Neuvel! Always nice to find new writers to add. It gives hope to a world that is slowly forgetting how beautiful is to read a well written book!

ONE LAST TIME

It's hard to believe that our hearts end up to be broken

by the only feeling that shouldn't do it: Love. 

The constant dying lies, spoil  the beauty of all 

the soul in an endless cry, beg you to not go there

the soul know what is right and wrong

but...we hear her, only when it is too late

sometimes we don't or don't want, to hear her at all.

What we feel and see are the red of our wounds

whose never stop bleeding.

So we die in burning pain,

and how bright those flames are!

Do we want to burn again to ashes? 

I don't. 

Because reborn from them, start to be

every time harder for me.

Why? Why you won't try

for one last time

to put your walls down?

Everything will be all right with me.

Let me just come closer

let's fall in each other arms

crying out loud how much we missed each others.

I want you to believe me, why don't you want to believe me?

Don't let us grow any colder, further away

Life is too short.

Let me come close to your heart

before everything is lost again in an endless sorrow.

© Diana Mistera September 2020

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NEWS AND STUFF, NEW POETRY BOOOK PRESENTATION

 So...what has been going on behind the scenes?

Well quite much I must say. 

I am shifting into a new cycle, that is the main reason of my silence, like you have noticed for sure if you have red the last poems. 

When changes occurred, is necessary to withdraw within yourself, this I did.

I have changed my job so also my schedule has changed and it takes time to adjust to the new rhythm, but today is Mabon, and when Mabon starts; I start to work again in what make me feel happy, so writing, learning more and more about tarots, poetry, reading. 

I have noticed that I become more active when Summer turn into Fall, Fall into Winter, and Winter into Spring.

So in July I did a thing...yes...I have published my second poetry book. It is in English of course, and in a way it summon the changes I have had in the last years. 

What I love of my book it is that come from the soul, and it is the journey where I have been in since 2011, a soul journey of looking for, finding and acknowledging, unconditional love. 

Yes, here we go again, I have told you, I am in a spiritual journey, so that is of course the theme of my writings, in my goth...ish style but this is it.

The book is indeed divided in 3 blocks, with beautiful art at the beginning of each block, and about 80 poems total.

Block 1: LONGING

Block 2: STRUGGLE

Block 3: AWARENESS 

Why this? 

Well, have you ever listen of what your soul  wants to say to you? I do all the time, I couldn't write poems if I didn't, so when you listen at your soul, you start to hear also your heart and you understand that although everything is ok, you still feel the longing, you feel that something is missing. 

You know that you are bonded to someone, because everything turns to you like this, you find stories about the red string which bond you to your other half, you see signs, dreams of some old memory of another life, that take you always there to him, mostly when you don't looking for them, causing always those ahaa moments, so you start to dig in this because maybe you want to write a story about that, and you start to see some peculiarities, a pattern, that you didn't see before, and you realize you didn't feel the longing if you have already what your soul desire. So...is it only a researching for my upcoming novel or...?

Well absolutely the OR...

What then? Well, you STRUGGLE, because your world go upside down, because you thought you have it already and when you realize you haven't, comes the struggle in finding what your soul long for, what she truly desires, quoting a well known Lucifer Morningstar, and there you find yourself in a journey that you have neither think about it...and I mean ever; where all your fears come to surface, because your soul know who is the other half, he has always been there when you were doing everything else, when you were confuse, you notice he was the only thing that was always present, stable,  that made you feel good always, but you didn't think about him in that way, so comes doubts, comes insecurities comes the question am I going insane? Am I imagining everything because I am in the middle age crisis although I don't want to acknowledge it? And your soul whisper “No you are not...this is happening now because it has to happen now...” so you dig deeper, you find mediums, channellers, maybe that person that you started to notice advise you a book of Ram Dass “BE HERE NOW” and you feel the pull to go to check it and you buy it, and in reading it you find out that you have been in this strange journey already a while, and you understand that everything is unfolding, and you become AWARE, but here, with the Awareness everything begins. Did you really think that was the end of the journey? 

Well you know now, it was only the beginning and things will go deeper, some more difficult, challenging, frustrating some time, well often I must say, but is all part of the journey to the alignment.

So this book is my baby steps in this journey, and I am still travelling...so more poems will appear, and someday I will be able to walk the way I should...

The poetry book is BEFORE THE DAWN...AFTER DUSK. You can find it in every internet store, paperback and ebook, and on demand you can order from your favourite bookshop worldwide.

Following I leave you the direct link to Amazon  and to SUOMALAINEN KIRJAKAUPPA

Blessed be.

I'M MOVING

 I've been having strange moments

I've been visiting places where I should not go 

step blindly into the unknown.

I've been seeing synchronicity, coincidences, numbers 

catching conversations that enclosed your name

My ears and my eyes never close, 

but the heart doesn't trust

allowing the fear to command.

I've been visiting places where you used to be, 

where you are and we will be 

past, present and future in my dreams, 

wondering,

if you sense what is going on with me.

Rest assure my dear, 

I don't vanish that easy

I will gain your trust

I am just moving, shifting.

Is that voice in your head sound familiar to you?

Are the footsteps walking beside you comforting?

I am walking along, a discreet presence that is never far

You are a constant thought in my mind,

my soul deepest desire and longing

I can't never let go even if I wanted to.

Devoured by fears and obsessions that cannot be denied 

my reason deserts me, showing me no mercy.

I am moving in the stillness.

© Diana Mistera 2020

UNDER THE WATERS

I don't see the bottom in this sea

and the storm is near

I feel its sharp touch on my soul.

I don't see if under me

there are pikes

or sharks, which could swallow me in one bite.

You can see

even in the depth of the surface, I know, 

you carry the same depth within you,

but you only see sharks, 

yet

encourage me to dare

because you don't trust your senses.

You have never dived so dangerously, have you?

Neither do I.

And the depth of these waters

can find our Achilles heel

and like a spear strikes us mercilessly, without warning.

You do this to me ...

take me adrift

further and further away from the safe beach

and I'm dizzy and I'm scared

but I hear your voice calling me and I can no longer ignore it

even if I don't understand if it's a desperate cry

to ward off sharks ... or me.

You made me discover that I have a secret power

I don't want to hide anymore

I don't want to freeze, I don't want to run away

I don't want to lose you, I will fight to have you

to reach you, I will not give you up.

Do you hear it, when I cry out your name underwater?

Am I drowning or rising to the surface again?

© Diana Mistera 2020

LAVENDER, PARSLEY, SAGE, ROSMARY AND THYME

Once upon a time I lived in a little hut in the forest of Yorkshire. It was many lives ago; not far from one of the cities where an infamous annual fair took place. I went there every year to trade my goods in exchange of what I needed to survive for the winter. In my basket there were always Lavender, Parsley, Sage and Thyme.
I myself cultivated them to make potions, oils, soaps and mojo bags to attract abundance and virtues.
Surrounded by these perfumes I walked among the people, in my most beautiful dress. I traded these creations of mine for bread, eggs and cheese.
When winter was approaching, I traded them for wool, which I used to sew clothes that would keep me warm and covered. The woods provided for everything else, because I was devoted to him.
At the market, I admired the arts of blacksmiths and wood and wax workers, dreaming of a devoted love. So I waited, and waited and waited, but nobody really ever came.
The years passed I became a young woman courted by many, really wanted by nobody, because I was a witch and for this reason an outsider that soon they will burn at the stake, pretending to forget everything I have done for them, but that is another story.
I thought that there had to be love out there for me too, I sighed at the Moon every night as I continued to grow these spices perpetually.
I had always talked to her about everything. She listened to me like a mother, smiled at me like a friend, encouraged me as a woman, during Her phases.
Slowly, however, I lost this conviction, and I didn't speak to the Moon of love anymore, also because if I looked around, I didn't find any love, not what I believed has to be love: unconditional.
Every year for the Beltane festival the market was my regular destination.
I carefully prepare my table with all my goods. I used to carved also little amulets in wood, but,  they only wanted this or that potion.
Young women of marriageable age usually sought love, as if inducing someone to love you, was the main task of a witch, but I had to eat, and I made them potions, with sage, parsley, lavender, rosemary and thyme.
Love cannot be traded, and one's will, cannot be induced by someone. You love me and me only, yes, but for how long? Do they really knew what love was? I would have liked to know because I had no clue, I thought each time that I putted my energies in what they demanded for.
One day a man approached my table. I heard people whispering that he was a warlock and he hadn't visited the market for years, that year his visit shocked everyone. Many believed that he was dead.
He was a hermit, nobody knew his past nor where he had come from; and I remember seeing him once as a child, but my memory was out of focus. But his energy...He had an energy that deep in my soul I knew very well.
His clothes were dark and he wore a hood that covered part of his face. For some reason I couldn't stop my heart for beating too fast.
He was tall for what I could see, with long hair of the same colour as the night.
Black trousers wrapped around his hips and legs, a black shirt open on his chest showed that, if he was the same man I had seen as a child, he had not aged a day.
Around his neck he wore a medallion with a black wolf on it.
Looking at my herbs he said:
"Lavender, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme ..."
"Yes, Sir. I grow them myself ... "
"They remind me she, who once was, the true love of mine ..."
"Oh, You talk to the past …"
"Time has no importance for those like me... past, present and future cancel each other and entwined in their static nature..."
It was at that moment that raising his head from my table, he looked at me with the eyes of the colour of the blue of the sea, and I remembered , he, who once was, the true love of mine.
“Lavender, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; will always make me find the path that will lead me to you, because I am your true love. Lavender will protect you during my absence. Parsley will comfort you. Sage will give you strength. Rosemary is the love you will need to forgive me, and the thyme will be the courage of both, but above all mine, to return. "

© Diana Mistera 2020

BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

Boulevard of Broken Dreams
is the street you think to walk alone
until you notice to be surrounded by clones
disguised as dim shadows, shapeless.
Is there the line, to catch the last ticket
to the next stop: Self Pity.
Didn't you know is free
for those who deserve the visit?
Don't stumble on those broken bricks
the one behind, is ready to run over you.
You feel heavier
every step you take, slower
while all your chances pass you by
heavier, slower,
every mistake you made, now you carry
heavier, slower, frozen
your soul is cracking
on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

© Diana Mistera 2020

CYPHER

I am searching answers in the clouds
many of them seemed to shape your face.
You lead me to a point
where everything is shifting and myself with it
everything is redesigned,
rewritten in ciphers that I am unable to decrypt.

In your eyes I see the mysteries of the Universe
they brought light to my life
and I love to get lost in them
although I never understand them.
Encryption decrypted
Ready to fly away, you spread my mind to play.

I see the secrets between the lines
pick them as they are rare flowers
that are growing only in the Savage Garden.

You’re doing wondrous things to my soul.
Do them one more time,
Do to me what you want
I cannot get enough and
I'm thirsty for more until...
the cracking of the reality
ground me back in the uncertainties
back to that cipher that I cannot decrypt.

© Diana Mistera 23.3 2020

MIRROR MIRROR

I am holding this dream in my hands
but it feels like it is running through my fingers like sand
I keep all you gave me
on my mind to carry on.
I walk through empty streets
so I can hide my tears in the rain
and my soul in the dark
I'm counting again the scars on my heart
tending those that are still wide open
I am looking to gain back my light
I must hide myself until then
because I don't want my dark to devour you
although we are in this path together
mirroring each others, so it said.
And, I now am wondering, who is actually in the dark
and hiding.
Look now, who is near to you
in front of that wall
unable to take a leap of faith
and you find me there with you

© Diana Mistera 4.11.2019

WALLS

In this cold empty space
the walls are coming closer
I am building them again with all my fears
brick after brick
and I want to run, run away
and leave them behind
but wherever I turn I see other walls
and I don't have anymore the power to tear them down

How I end up here again?

I traveled through thousands lives
keeping searching, knowing I find you
each time on my path
loosing the gap on dreams and words along the way

Now on my knees
in front of this wall
I feel the heaviness of every choice we've made
and I just want you to hold me
assuring me you are behind it
to not give in
but,
the sadness is killing me using my fears as weapon .

© Diana Mistera 4.11.2019

DAMOCLE 'S SWORD

Thousands of thoughts poison your heart
feeding your fears
and you  feel
the sword of Damocle hanging on you.
Every time it is coming closer
you wonder when it will hit
you feel already the cold blade slowly sever
there is no way out, nor back neither forward
everything is still, suspended.
You close your heart and soul
freezing everything that try to pass through
is the survival instinct
but don't you see that you are freezing yourself too?
Would you see the light again?

Would you feel the warmth again?
Don't let your heart die lonely and alone.
We are made from the same matter of  the stars
let your flames shine bright
just feel the bliss of the universe .
Stand up now brave knight
cut the chains which keep you imprisoned,
you no longer need them
you have been through this before
let the sword be the tool for your victory
not the cause of your defeat.

© Diana Mistera 22.10.2019

MY NAME IS NOBODY

Welcome invisible

give your farewell

to the platform of the fame

nobody will listen to you

neither your best friend

the scream.

Welcome to the world of nothingness

where the humming machines

have more voice than yours.

Welcome to those

who wanted to listen

but they born deaf.

Welcome to those that wanted to see

but they born blind.

Welcome to all those phantoms

that creeping and cry

but are not able to fly.

Welcome to all the scum

that the world is giving you for sale

nobody will be interested on your tale.

I welcome you all

with the smile on my face.

My name is Nobody

and my voice is not heard.

© Diana Mistera 21.09.2013

Re-edited 21.9.2019

HERE AND THERE RANDOM STUFF

Hello everybody
how is going?
Here is everything quite calm. The poetry anthologies will see the light soon, both from different projects one is supposed to come out in this month and the other at the beginning of the next year.
In the meanwhile I am still collecting ideas, now that I have 1 week holiday I really have to write them in the book, in my computer, because at the moment they are all in my block notes, yes you red right..I still write my books first on paper. 😀
Now that autumn comes I will feel a lot more the need to write, autumn is the favorite season for my creativity .

The Music, my other passion...

Friday 13th the new 69eyes cd WEST END came out. The 30 years anniversary  cd of the 69EYES.

I went at the autograph session at the Levykauppa Äx, in Helsinki with my friend Zoila, friday the 13th; she bought the cd right there after listening it in the background, and after the wonderful surprise that Helsinki Vampires gifted to us, a close and magic acoustic performance.
I have been listening it a lot and it goes straight on my 69Eyes' top record list. I love they went back to vampires and witches.
There are maybe 1 or 2 tracks that I like less but I love the whole packet, bluray dvd included, which is, btw, the  30 years histrory of the Helsinki's Vampires, a real pearl indeed.
I will write surely a review this week in the blog between the writing of my new novel, for now I can tell that may absolut fav tracks are:

Black Orchid, of course, Jyrki has hit, my soft spot with this
Burn Witch burn
Change, well this has hit me more than Black Orchid...I had the goose bumps when I listened to it the first time, so there are vibes that are in harmony with mine in there
Outsiders which I adore.

I really recommend this cd, but most of all, I recommend that you buy the cd, and not use only the free platforms to listen to it and, go to see them live. I assure you, your money are well spent, because live, they give all and you feel it, I have never left a 69EYES concert disappointed...and I follow them since 2001....

This is it for now...here I leave you with the 4th single from West End cd, feat. Dani Filth
Two horns up!🤘🤘🧛🧛 click and enjoy!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7etEF3sNyA

FANGANNIVERSARY

So...
17 yes ago I was in Budapest at the Pepsi Sziget festival, it was 2002, and I saw The 69Eyes  live for the first time.
I remember the one song which touched my heart, it was Sleeping with lions.
Well, there, on that song, I got my first bite...

The video I decided to put, to remember this day, is Brandon Lee, because I feel this song very near to my heart as well, and it is Tammerfest 2002. Probably was some days before or after Budapest....

Happy Fanganniversary Vampire! 🦇🦇🦇🦇

GAMER

The sun is shining warmly
everybody is laughing
on the shore of the lake
I see my pattern and smile as well,
just one direction in my thoughts.
I was the runner and now I am on the run
Feeling I am going nowhere
but still running.
Love could be magic
and sometimes start as a pinball game.
You are the plunger
and like a crazy ball I strike on the playfield
hitting every corner and bumper.
Skilled players know how to manipulate the game
in order to direct the ball towards a certain path.
Now,
I hope you know how to keep the game going
because I don't want to end as a game over.
Patience is not one of my virtues
and you are in my mind
no matter where I go or stay
So,
I dream my time away
we are together
wishful thinking I guess
but now I feel the warm on me.
Strike, hit and tilt
you won this game long ago.
Did you know?

© Diana Mistera  July 27 2019

FAREWELL

I carry all your secrets under my skin
and seal everything with this my last kiss.
The air around me still feels like a cage
and I feel I cannot breathe
my heart beat so fast that echoed in my hears
it was just yesterday I told you my farwell.
Now I feel empty and confuse
but I cannot cry, and I don't know why.
Maybe because although was a closure
it was yet again beautiful
like the first time when everything started.
How a farewell can feel beautyful?
Maybe because it wasn't a farewell after all.
I love you enough to let you go
but you cannot actually walk away from someone
if your soul had decided to stay
so I run away before you know
wearing my smile as better as I could
while deep inside I was at war with my feelings.
I let you at your fate
and break myself on the way
you gave me up to play safe
leaving me on my own
hanging on a hope.
Angels lie to keep control
but I am not an angel after all
and if you still care
don't ever let me know.

© Diana Mistera 2019

ANNOUNCEMENT

Hello my friends

It took me some time to write this post.

As many knows my books  ORPHEUS, the awakeming ,Orpheus saga vol.1 and IL DEMONE DELLO SPECCHIO, the Unleashing, Orpheus saga vol.2 were published by the Italian publisher LETTERE ANIMATE, which has announced, will close in May 2020.

We were given options, but I have decided to retrieve all the copyrights back, so, the books are not anymore available in any format, in any bookstore and selling sites.

They will comeback to life some point, also because is a trilogy and the third chapter hasn't been published yet. There will be changes, because I will surely made another edition and publish them as self publisher.

It has been an hard journey because I wasn't content at all with the publisher and I would have retrieve anyway this year the copyrights and cut my contract with them, so it was something that was going to happen. There has not been promotion in any way, and my books and many others were like forgotten , selling was difficult, because there was not support at all from Lettere Animate.

So...we learn by our own mistakes, and I've learned that my books deserves better, also if this mean go back to self publishing.

Well, it went like it went, I thank you all whose bought the books and has left me reviews, and also those that have red them without comment, I hope you have enjoyed.

My journey continue, in different paths, I am working at 2 new  books , but I cannot say when I will publish them and how, but I am still writing.

Keep read me here and on my other channels , I will update when will be news, and anyway I am still composing poems. 😊

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AND THE FIRE WITHIN

I have no face

I have no name

I am just a passer by

walking on the fire

with my soul in flames

Dreams never die

your eyes sent me a story

I couldn't ignore

But I am not an hunter

Your love is what I desire

it is it

that burning my soul now.

©Diana Mistera 02.06.2019

DIAMONDS AND RUST

Well...
Is a grey rainy day and I am pondering things...and I am looking for a clearance...and also a closure somehow.
You know, I am in a path in which I am finding out my connections with the Universe.
Has been a year or so that I am digging within myself, growing, seeding and I start now to really see fruits of what I have seeded, and they are far away of what I have expected.
This is the point.
We always expect something, we concentrate in those expectations that we can't see the path changing; and we are disappointed because things didn't went like your expectations were, and take some time and lot of energy, to understand that the path meant for you was there, has been there all the time, or you think so...you hope this time you are in the right one, because only the idea to find yourself in the same wrong path scared you more than hell itself, and of course...unsureness is walking just beside you.

There was a particular situation which took me away a bit, and took more to understand that I was completely wrong, paths and patterns, emotions I wanted to feel so much that I  believed my own illusions until the facts, the reality, struck me right on my face, and I fell apart, but maybe also this was meant to go like this. I am a poet and a writer, often pain is the the nourishment of what I write.
I am a dreamer, always have been and always will be and this is what often put me in troubles; but there is always a lesson, you think the Universe bring to you that lesson, and say loud "oh yes that was is that was the Universe" well maybe, but mainly you bring pain and disappointments to yourself. The Universe just show it to you.  I have learned it and learning it, not in an easy way...but this is how it works, is it?
And here comes the lesson, those  for me were just diamonds and rust and the reason because today I feel this song in a way that I have never felt before, is just this, and he...he was the ghost...
In this new path there is no ghost, you are not a ghost...you have never been, you have always watching in silent, knowing maybe that at one point I will understand, well if it is so; you have to have had in me a big faith, more than what I had in myself... but it is again another IF, so I am not going there now, not again.
So I say to you,  " I love you dearly, but if you'll offering me diamonds and rust, I don't want them anymore. I have already paid";   like the song said, and that was what I have to understand.

So Today I have found myself in this. Some time ago I would have called it coincidence, but not today.
We continue to call them coincidences, when something happen or you noticed in a particular moment, for example when you are going through something which is changing you deeply, better hopefully, and that particular song appear somehow in a channel that you are following;  you then decide to listen it again, go to pay attention at the words because the song this time makes you cry and shivered. You have listen it before without having this side effects. You read then carefully and realize you are just on that situation described by the lyrics...although the moon is going dark, and it is just when she is dark that show you her powers...
Well...the reality is that those are signs of how powerful  and strong we can be, although everything seems falling apart,  if only we pay more attention at what surrounded us, maybe we won't have to bare so much pain all the time, but ...the most important lessons comes from the pain and the disillusion.


I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you decided to call
And here I sit, hand on the telephone
Hearing the voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
But we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Yes we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Now I see you standing all around and snow in your hair
Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over Washington Square
Our breath comes on white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me, we both could've died then and there
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You were so good with words
And at keeping things vague
'Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes, I love you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid
But we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Yes we both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Diamonds, diamonds and rust
Diamonds, diamonds and rust
Diamonds, diamonds and rust
Don't want no more diamonds, diamonds and rust

Songwriters: BAEZ JOAN C

PROMISE

I want to believe that is not my obsession
which flows where only desires dare.
My brain is burning
my defenses are down
and I feel vulnerable
afraid that everything will vanished
in the very moment I will say the words.
I cannot bare anymore the pain
I don't know what to do
confusion has put its roots in me
questioning everything that I have believed in.
The dreams once were my shelter
now they are delusions in disguised
filling me with scares and  scars
leading me astray.
Don't give up on me

my heart is heavy
but  you'll find my love there for sure
make me believe again
and I will love you endlessly.

© Diana Mistera 13.5.2019