Thank you to all the angels in my life
For showing me the right way
For helping me to live the tasks in my life
For giving me strenght when I am confused and I am loosing myself
Please dear angels - Help me
To learn patience and devotion
and most of all
Learn me to trust

Looking through the window of the train
The sceenery - passing by
Coming - going - changing
Arriving - leaving - loving - at home
So many ways
But just one way for my heart
Why? How? Who? When?
If? If not?
If you want my love
Questions - answers
Tears - unshed
just clasping my heart
I opened your heart
Are you strong enough to keep my love?

I am searching forever
because you don’t answer my feelings in the right moment
because you prefer reading the newspaper instead of telling me that you are loving me
because you are not addicted to my body
because I am not most important in your life
because no one was able to give this all to me in my life until now
and..............
let me tell you that this is not your fault

Yar, 2009-05-12 22:19
Our souls will always searching...,
somewhere deep inside it is the way wich we must travel , in that it gives a relative peace !
This indeed I think is nobodys fault .

Ana Loba, 2009-07-20 21:53
Thank you for travelling together with me
Let me be your soulmate - forever

Almost nothing does matter anymore, closeness is an illusion and when I think that I am feeling close to someone, having touched someone’s heart, it already has become over again – killing calmness and silence and the way to myself again. Carelessness is moving me to tears.
I am searching the adventure – even though just for some minutes or hours – to sense myself, to feel that I am still alive.
My life is running before me without giving me the chance to catch up with it. And when I think having caught it, it already has left.
Soon, in some years perhaps, I will have lost my hard-earned freedom. My body will have become old, only to myself he will appear beautiful. My heart only will be seen through the veil of my body and no one, really no one will be able to sense the youthful freshness in it.
I can’t stay as a worn out shoe of someone, better to live in loneliness.
I need life’s intensity, either deeply sad or endlessly happy and at one with myself, and this whole palette of mood within one day.
In having sex I am able to touch the soul of someone. When I feel pleasure, there is no need for protection anymore, the emotional covering has left, I can see the naked soul of the other.
Almost nothing does matter anymore, the death will be the last deep experience of life.
Death will come, much too soon perhaps and I still didn’t became able to put over my inner to outside.
I am despairing on it. Is there some one for whom I am all? Insensibility and indifference have won over love.
As then dear adventures, I am prepared for you.

AnaLoba is on her way again.
She is an old ugly woman living in desert collecting the bones of all the wolves as they passed away.
In a ritual she restores the wolves bones by singing over them.
The bones are synonymus to female intuition, meaning they will never be lost forever.
Female intuition can always be restored again, no matter how long it has been buried.
Let me tell you, I am the collector of your bones - it is me, your AnaLoba