The things you do are not always the true measure of who you are.

I am Dina

A wonderful journey to the beauty of the human mind and how the environment can form such a person. This is a movie worth watching.

(*just watched it and it’s beautiful so I want to share it)

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Underneath It All

Of picture frames and happy face
fixed on the wall
They never seem so lonely then
I can’t believe
Of genuine smile and twinkling eyes
or so, I say
They were all so real, like ther’ve never been
not so sunny days

The color says of happy days
when we were young
There have never been blue and greys
only bright stars
They’re like summer days and autumn skies
and April spring
But have you ever tried to see ‘neath those eyes
what they really mean

And so I say, my dear let’s play
the guessing game
Let’s just pretend you knew me well
you can see everything
Of black and blue and purple hue
of what has been
Or what has been hidden in
the sheets of green

Underneath it all is just pretense
I hope you understand
To see me in beneath those eyes is
a wonderful thing
‘coz most of them see everything
‘cept this truth
Hidden in the shadows of
these dark brown eyes

Of colored hues and black and blue
I am everything
Of autumn hues and summer skies
I’m winter within
Cold and grey my happy days
it is but true
But don’t worry dear, though winter is cold
I am white as snow.

Borrowed

Silver lights
That is all I see
In this corner of the room lit by an artificial light

A music is playing
And my heart beats to its slow rythm
Staring blankly at the ceiling
That turned into a movie screen
That made the past so alive, so real

Wish I could go back in time, I wonder
Back when my innocence was not tarnished
Back when childhood dreams are a joy to achieved
Back when I wanted to be old

I wish I could find the answer to every tomorrow
To this journey in a road unknown
But tomorrow never exist they say
Only today and yesterday

Back to the silver lights that never played
To my unblinking eyes that never strayed
With these thoughts that swayed like a pendulum
I hug my pillow tight
Tighter so I will stay in the present
And ease the biting cold of winter

On my bed I lay alone
Thinking
Just thinking
Of my borrowed life, of my borrowed time.