a peculiar crystal champagne cup

born peculiar...between normal and ordinary cups , it is made out of the most refined glass, though full of imperfections. 

it raises ...and grows in its own world ... feeling different ... feeling awake ...feeling out of it's place

sensitive, elegant, beautiful 

can anybody see it's beauty?

from house to house, from person to person, filled with all types of content ...it learns and takes something from each....but it never finds its place

feels like it is rejected for its peculiarity.  Most of the people will take it just as a cup ...trying to figure out in which set of glasses would it fit better

loved for all that it is ...for all it represents ...can it ?

it needs a special place and a special treatment ...and a lot of patience 

but can anyone do that ?

so delicate and easy to break....and yet, so strong and confident in its looks 

kind and warm on the inside but cold and insensitive on the outside ...the fear ...the fear ...oh...the fear

control...and autonomy
it cannot let go...it is like there is always a fine wall  built

feeling empty and lonely most of times ... isolated in its private world...an immense world of fantasies, stories, images, feelings, faces that it built ...a world were it feels ...the king ...becoming self sufficient for its happiness 

rebel ? yes . whenever it feels constrained, controlled or caged 

afraid to be alone or unloved....it will accept mediocre champagnes ...several...in the same time...mixing...trying different tastes and colors, but wondering if there is any champagne as peculiar as it is ...if love truly exists ...as it doubts that 

and when it's filled with fine champagne ...it sparkles, it shines, it becomes alive

in a continuous search for novelty, for different, for experiences that can bring something, for champagnes that can enchant it with their tastes ... wondering what is happiness and who can it share it with 

but it is afraid of anything that it's more powerful that it think it can take . as it is made out of fine glass, its sensibility is something that needs to be taken care of. something it needs to be protected. no big loves, no fights, no acid content ...even too much passion can be destructive

take your silk gloves whenever you touch it ...treat it like it deserves  

oh my ....but ...its form, its color, its taste ...its peculiarity...the sparkling content ....oh my...all of it drawn me ...me and all my senses 

when I touch it....when I feel it on your mouth .... when I run my hands all over its forms ...close my eyes and let myself filled with the magic that it brings....I feel... peculiar ...

but no one can posses it ...it is an island ...entirely on its own

‎"I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the knowledge of my existence, I know likewise that I shall exist no more when I shall have ceased to feel." Giacomo Casanova