I wan to be with you...

I wan to be with you..
when the sun lies down with his beloved sizzling sea.
I wan to be with you..
when all the hopes are gone and all that remains left is "we can do it"
I wan to be with you..
at the beginning and at the end, for the worst or for the better.
i wan to be with you..
when your virtues are in disadvantage with my weakness
I wan to be with you..
when your smile cease to exist, and my only comfort will play with your memories.
I wan to be with you..
When you see me through and can handle my human discrepancies and imperfections.
I wan to be with you..
when the stir of your echoes claim for my unconditional help.
I wan to be with you..
when my ignorance is too blind to realize what real love is?
I wan to be with you..
When my cold and tired body, does not know better than your welcome and warms arms.
I wan to be with you..
When I can't go on any furhter and there you are to lift me up.
Want to be with with you..because it is you with I wan to be.

My Pictures" My Flowers" from guido milian on Vimeo.

Me saying...

"An instant of life, harmonized into a beautiful image is like a spontaneous note of a music crafted into reality". G♪

Wings to creativity.

Photography is a powerful world that has opened a new whole perspective in my life considering is own meaning. photography is a beautiful window to the outer world, is a way to express the purposes of life through a single frame. it is a one way street to the ultimate satisfaction of creativity. Exploring the outer word through the viewfinder of mi camera is not only an impulse created by the reflexes of my muscles, but is an unique experience that makes me create my own paradise.
Peoples, landscapes, animals and situations that are waiting for the lens to be immortalize. are the reason for the photographers existence, because taking pictures is not only pressing the shutter down to capture what we find attractive to our eyes. is a motivation that feeds the soul when we are living in this world of fantasy.
An instant harmonized in an beautiful image is an spontaneous note of a music crafted into reality.
Guido My work can be seen at www.guidomilian.com

Bad Angel......

Was it worth it?

..to run away from my warm spirit...

Jumping here and there like a desperate soulless acrobat, wont make you grow old enough, to make it through the light tunnel .

you are running on empty life fuel...but you wont stop..I guess that is part your..meaningless nature.

Said I love you so many times...but my messages where lost right down to the endless throat of a word devourer ..

Your shapeless heart bleeds a dark cryptic substance with no hope in it..

Should I disappear in the mist of the darkness along your spectrum, or try to disguise my skin..

among the living...

None of my bags of tricks, influence your cruel heart, there is no preference whatsoever in your ballistic behavior...

You are losing my tracks bad angel...the last curtain call for the hopeless marionettes just drop closed by your filthy wings...my snub to your untimely demise.

Dreaming of a another place and time.

Dreaming along the road of fond memories.

just reminds us how much of our soul we left behind..

The time consuming daily burden machine that won't let free our human bird..is now our most confident key guard.

lost Steps that leads us to the "nowhere to found place".. because we..

We are in the wrong side of the reality. so sad.

Peoples and places that runs deep in your veins with the Vitality of oxygenated blood Torrens, that once brighten your brain...make you realize how much you missed them.

Break away from any self inflicted attachment, don't you see you are harvesting your own enemy?

escape soon!!! and don't forget your useless translucent compass.

..spread your wings to the warm sunrise, and don't leave any trace behind, just scape. run to the west?..to the middle east maybe?..it doesn't matter! run away.

the road will find you feet at the end. you just have to face your fears and release your will.

escape free bird!...G♪

Ayer en cancion.

Ayer… me vi sentado en la esquina/ levitando en añoranzas/ donde el callejón termina.

Fui espectador marginado/ ausentado en mis recuerdos/ grises por adversidad.

Ayer… vi pasar gente querida/ mustias por la indiferencia/ con ilusiones perdidas.

Camine los adoquines/ del bar de las cinco esquinas/ donde el ser se me embriago.

Aveleve velea velevele

Aveleve velea velevele

Ayer... las cartas de color ocre/ que de novia me enviaste/ revivieron mi existencia.

Con tanto tiempo de ausencia/ las verdades que te dije/ las volvería a vivir.

Ayer… de extranjero vi mi esencia/ explorando la barriada/ donde mis raíces yacen.

Mi corazón en dos partes/ se fragmento rechazado de (sufrimiento y dolor) tanta pena y dolor.

Aveleve velea velevele

Aveleve velea velevele

Ayer… vi las palmas espigarse/ cohabitando con el cielo/ que de ardiente azul se pinta.

Allí…es donde la brisa acaricia/ la mañana pura y virgen/ de único olor a café.

Ayer…en un suspiro la vida/ Vi pasar entre mis manos/ la nostalgia del pasado.

Aunque lejos yo te admito/ que albergo las esperanzas/ de un día poder regresar…

Eso fue ayer

Eso fue ayer

The Arrogants tale.....

Being arrogant is not an excuse;

When we don't know how to be humble.

Being arrogant is not a justification;

when we don't know how to make decisions.

Being arrogant doesn't mean necessary status of omnipotence;

i have seen them crying endlessly because the solution was not an option.

Being arrogant is not a human virtue, it is the closest way to be forgotten and lost

somewhere in time.