Strangers

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Thursday, 20 August 2015

I walk around and try to keep up the pace,
how strange every step I take,
feel so further away,
and everything look so grey.

A heart with a heavy burden,
without carrying any hopes,
cause this is the war I can't win,
and I surrender myself to FATE.

Always physically strong,
spiritually lost and found,
mind with a restless heart,
but I know my worth.

It's been a month full with surprises,
life is so beautiful yet so mysterious,
I'm going to return home and enjoy the silence in my own desire.




God blesses and prospers those who put their trust in Him.



Sunday, 16 August 2015



The one kind we all know
happens at night,
when we awake in fear
from a terrible sight,
One thing we recall,
A haunted heart never rests well.



Saturday, 8 August 2015



"Putting my hand in someone else's has always been my definition of happiness.
Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep,
I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, 
and then I go,
go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep.
And when even after that I don't have courage, 
I DREAM."

- Clarice Lispector

( Repost quote from Adriana Zehbrauskas )




Thursday, 6 August 2015



"He gave you another sorrow instead of (your) sorrow, 
so that you might not grieve at what had escaped you nor at what befall you.
Then after sorrow He sent down security upon you."

Nothing in this world worth having comes easily,
So much pain to bare,
Head and heart bursting out along the way,
Sometimes it is not fare,
But there's a price for a lasting happiness.

I am somewhere between being within and without,
between sorrow and being content,
between being complete and torn into pieces.



Wednesday, 22 April 2015



I am a fine light rain that falls in the evening hours.
Evening serenity.

Thursday, 12 March 2015

I spent my past year as a ghost,
Crawling through shadows and tried so hard to get lost,
There is no regret,
only secret.

The world we live in is just an illusion.
The bitter and egotistical are the first to race to the top of mountains,
As for me, 
Still clinging to the cliff.

Should I let it go or should I save myself?

In misery we seem aware of our existence,
While in pleasure we seem to forgot our Creator.
We're all searching,
For the righteous heart and soul.

My darling soul,
May His love bring you happiness,
And may His love save you from despair.




" Rings the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering,
There is crack in everything,
That's how the light gets in."
- Leonard Cohen.


Jogashima,Japan, 2014.









Friday, 13 February 2015

Now that you're older,
The nights are so much colder.

Yes.
Hate is poison and enemy,
Love is remedy and warm on the coldest night.
Hope is a ghost in the deepest of memories.
Hope is a breeze that brings me back to dry land.

Teardrops falling.
Memories calling.

It is hard to see inside yourself when you can't see your way out.
Hard to find an answer when the question won't come out.
I don't know what I'm searching for,
I should know by now.

When I'm lost in my imagination,
I'm having a private conversation with myself.,
War is in the mind.

So I talk to keep the silence from my ears,
and I laugh because I'm so close to tears.

With lessons come learning and pleasure comes with pain.
Hearts won't buy love nor will they sell.

Now that I'm wiser,
I don't compromise.


Jogashima, Japan. 2014.