The summer days gone by with the rain and the leaves,
All the bright sunshine in the puddles in the streets
And the kids filled with joy, that spend their time like it was the last days of their lives.
Splashing their dirty shoes on the water, forming rainbows in their minds,
Sailing across seas that only they could see beyond the horizon,
And that’s where I heard your voice, cheerful and kind,
It wasn’t as loud as the screams from the other kids, so I made an effort to hear,
To hear you calling my name and grabbing my hand, so we could cross the green hills and live the greatest adventure of all time.
I would go and protect you from the trolls and the sirens, from the giant and the wild horses, the poisonous snake women and the greedy pirates.
We would walk for days and miles, going through ghost villages and empires.
I dream of your coy smile and your eyes as shiny as the yellow sun, I dream of our never ending journeys, I dream with the water, the puddle, the sea.
To hear you sobbing when you hurt your knees.
I’m lost and I’m waiting for you to find me again, grab my hand and never let go, take me to foreign and dangerous lands, to live in the jungle, to sail along with the waves.
To carry you in my backs on the way back home, to leave you on your bed safe and sound. To tell you that everything is not lost, that tomorrow is a new day.
To tell you I’m also suffering, but we have to move on.
Life for you has just begun.
And I wish I was there more than anything. Cause another lost is not what you need.
If only I could find you in those summer days
I would never lose you again.
Monday 22 February 2010
Sunday 21 February 2010
Wednesday 10 February 2010
Our eternal improvised act.
Nothing else to follow, no plot to hold them.
A highway to the sea and the sun.
Astray from their fate driven lives
They would carve their own story in the sand
And run through the woods.
In the rapture of their plotless adventure
Nothing in their heads and no feelings to share but joy
What no one can hold and they decide
The beginning,
The middle,
The end
In real time
What one said the other completed
In a game they play in their imagination
A highway to the sea and the sun.
Astray from their fate driven lives
They would carve their own story in the sand
And run through the woods.
In the rapture of their plotless adventure
Nothing in their heads and no feelings to share but joy
What no one can hold and they decide
The beginning,
The middle,
The end
In real time
What one said the other completed
In a game they play in their imagination
Stagnated
“Close your eyes” He said “Make a wish”
All that came true that night wishing upon a star
After a full day in the water, the moment they sat foot in the hotel room they shared was pleasant
All the night, screams moans and sweat in soft white sheets.
All the mess left in the morning.
The clothes hanging on the television and over the bed
The best cold shower in a lifetime.
It was like a embarrassing dream you used to have and kept for your pleasure.
The eyes staring to each other for an eternity. Not a second was a waste
What seems to be an unreachable love now whispering delightful words of love
Crossing fingers and skins crawling.
Never seemed to reach the end
All the hidden passion kept for a thousand nights was found
All that came true that night in a treasure
And the words highlighted in a lost dictionary.
All that came true that night wishing upon a star
After a full day in the water, the moment they sat foot in the hotel room they shared was pleasant
All the night, screams moans and sweat in soft white sheets.
All the mess left in the morning.
The clothes hanging on the television and over the bed
The best cold shower in a lifetime.
It was like a embarrassing dream you used to have and kept for your pleasure.
The eyes staring to each other for an eternity. Not a second was a waste
What seems to be an unreachable love now whispering delightful words of love
Crossing fingers and skins crawling.
Never seemed to reach the end
All the hidden passion kept for a thousand nights was found
All that came true that night in a treasure
And the words highlighted in a lost dictionary.
(One sided) one night stand ode.
The taste left in your mouth, very hazarding for the first instance
But later in the day you would beg for more.
In this temper, in such way.
Drawing the heart shaped marks on his chest
The consequences of staying late in the night
Down the street, below the light pole.
Or in the heat of the summer, in the breeze of the ocean.
Below the night stars shining on, against the tide.
Don’t think he cares
Don’t think he’s beginning you back
Don’t think he’d search for you
He’s too jaded to sleep
Hung over from the night before.
He’ll follow the lonely highway and go with the wind.
And when the ocean hits his feet he won’t think twice.
He’s not coming back
The letter he sent you remains in your handbag, I can tell,
But your lipstick marked on his shirt and your cologne is long gone in the sea
He would be walking shirtless and wet
But don’t think he cares.
He’s everywhere you want him to be for you
He’s the person you look for in someone else,
To be everything you wanted him to be.
And tonight when you search for him on his bedside
You’ll see a lucky gentleman, waiting to be loved like you.
But later in the day you would beg for more.
In this temper, in such way.
Drawing the heart shaped marks on his chest
The consequences of staying late in the night
Down the street, below the light pole.
Or in the heat of the summer, in the breeze of the ocean.
Below the night stars shining on, against the tide.
Don’t think he cares
Don’t think he’s beginning you back
Don’t think he’d search for you
He’s too jaded to sleep
Hung over from the night before.
He’ll follow the lonely highway and go with the wind.
And when the ocean hits his feet he won’t think twice.
He’s not coming back
The letter he sent you remains in your handbag, I can tell,
But your lipstick marked on his shirt and your cologne is long gone in the sea
He would be walking shirtless and wet
But don’t think he cares.
He’s everywhere you want him to be for you
He’s the person you look for in someone else,
To be everything you wanted him to be.
And tonight when you search for him on his bedside
You’ll see a lucky gentleman, waiting to be loved like you.
Thursday 4 February 2010
The Great Injustice
He saw what happened, the way he was betrayed and left behind
The nights he cried alone under the trees he was stuck with,
All the night creatures would come and see him, to hear the elegies he would moan.
Then one night he dried forever,
Scared all the creatures away in anger, in denial.
Forged himself a weapon and hunt them all,
Slaying away all his sorrow with a knife cut.
Then came the day he saw the boy, alone and lost,
Coy and naïve, and the hunter knew why.
So he pledge to himself he would protect the boy from the evil, still, he would remain silent, hiding in the shadows.
All to preserve the boy’s innocence from the truth.
After all, that was all he could do.
To protect the boy from the ghost of the past.
The nights he cried alone under the trees he was stuck with,
All the night creatures would come and see him, to hear the elegies he would moan.
Then one night he dried forever,
Scared all the creatures away in anger, in denial.
Forged himself a weapon and hunt them all,
Slaying away all his sorrow with a knife cut.
Then came the day he saw the boy, alone and lost,
Coy and naïve, and the hunter knew why.
So he pledge to himself he would protect the boy from the evil, still, he would remain silent, hiding in the shadows.
All to preserve the boy’s innocence from the truth.
After all, that was all he could do.
To protect the boy from the ghost of the past.
Cold Front
He shivered
As the hand crossed his body
The calm exhale in his neck was like a winter breeze.
He felt surrounded by snow as the arms crossed him from behind
And the lips, like frost and morphine numbing his pain.
It wasn’t warm, it wasn’t the kind of love he thought he would feel,
But freezing to death was the best sensation.
In movement, the cold sweat, the touch.
His heart beating faster, still his blood felt solid
Like ice cubes transiting his veins.
His body twisting with the thermal shocks
Fighting to maintain the temperature,
But he knew he no longer had control of his actions.
He screamed and moaned, but all he could hear in response were his own echoes.
The violent actions scared, but he let go all resistance.
In the end he was numb,
It took a few minutes to let the temperature rise again.
All he could think about was the frozen ghost leaving the room.
As the hand crossed his body
The calm exhale in his neck was like a winter breeze.
He felt surrounded by snow as the arms crossed him from behind
And the lips, like frost and morphine numbing his pain.
It wasn’t warm, it wasn’t the kind of love he thought he would feel,
But freezing to death was the best sensation.
In movement, the cold sweat, the touch.
His heart beating faster, still his blood felt solid
Like ice cubes transiting his veins.
His body twisting with the thermal shocks
Fighting to maintain the temperature,
But he knew he no longer had control of his actions.
He screamed and moaned, but all he could hear in response were his own echoes.
The violent actions scared, but he let go all resistance.
In the end he was numb,
It took a few minutes to let the temperature rise again.
All he could think about was the frozen ghost leaving the room.
Wednesday 3 February 2010
Backstage Whispers
Such ghostly touch filled with bitterness
Such ghostly voice filled with passion.
How can such fighting soul be forsaken like that?
As the voice spoke, our actor was too afraid to turn around.
Who could write such tragic script?
For the sad man behind him, whose name was spared from the credits,
All he had left was the hope to save the new show star.
He kept a safe distance and every night he would bravely fight the nightcrawlers.
So the boy was safe from the destiny the man could no longer escape.
-
Because he knew,
The boy was the blood brother of the director of such madmen show.
Such ghostly voice filled with passion.
How can such fighting soul be forsaken like that?
As the voice spoke, our actor was too afraid to turn around.
Who could write such tragic script?
For the sad man behind him, whose name was spared from the credits,
All he had left was the hope to save the new show star.
He kept a safe distance and every night he would bravely fight the nightcrawlers.
So the boy was safe from the destiny the man could no longer escape.
-
Because he knew,
The boy was the blood brother of the director of such madmen show.
Tuesday 2 February 2010
Personal
“The bouquet is all torn…”
“Don’t worry, he’ll accept it if you explain what happened, after all, he loves you.”
“Are you sure?”
“100%”
“I think he just feels it as another love story”
“It doesn’t always need to have a bad ending, does it?”
“I’m not thrilling enough”
“If you keep thinking like this, he’ll surely leave you”
“You’re right, but I still feel I’m not enough”
“You are, now go before you get late”
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome…”
“See ya”
“I’ll be back home, waiting for the news…”
In just a few minutes, one heart will be broken, one will be mended.
In just a few minutes, she’ll be torn like her bouquet.
In just a few minutes, all the world will seem to change.
And then I’ll be home…
“Don’t worry, he’ll accept it if you explain what happened, after all, he loves you.”
“Are you sure?”
“100%”
“I think he just feels it as another love story”
“It doesn’t always need to have a bad ending, does it?”
“I’m not thrilling enough”
“If you keep thinking like this, he’ll surely leave you”
“You’re right, but I still feel I’m not enough”
“You are, now go before you get late”
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome…”
“See ya”
“I’ll be back home, waiting for the news…”
In just a few minutes, one heart will be broken, one will be mended.
In just a few minutes, she’ll be torn like her bouquet.
In just a few minutes, all the world will seem to change.
And then I’ll be home…
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