7-minute-song in A minor

She’s angry at me

shouting like mad

Meanwhile I’m playing

soft jazz in my mind

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Tell your lover you’re not afraid

Tell your lover you’re not afraid

of kissing her on the lips

when you’re both left alone.

Why wouldn’t you walk

hand in hand with her

as anyone could do?

What they say on the streets,

girl, that’s not true. For honesty

an insult can never be.

If your parents saw you!

What should they think?!

Walking with another girl!

So happily!

 

The palm trees

Under the palm trees

I sit

Just be there

as I could be anywhere else

 

But it’s different

It’s the heat, the mosquitos

the humidity

 

and the swaying green leaves

hanging over my head

half dancing a lullaby

half threatening me

 

Not sure how I ended up here

perhaps I’m not even supposed to…

 

But why all this beauty then?

What was it meant for?

The answer seems so evident now:

To. Be. Admired.

By me? I don’t know

But in this mood

even the mosquitos I revere

 

Stay. Here. For. A. While.

We could stay here for a while

Till we wanna go back home

‘cause it’s cold’, I know

Though I’m not cold

 

You’ll spend the time reading

I’ll write some things and stare at you

while you don’t see me

But you’ll notice anyway

 

I don’t care

We’re next to the sea

Everything feels so different

 

Beyond the sea

A little piece of another life from beyond the sea

Came to shake my own life by this side

Then it returned to join its totality

Though a piece of myself disappeared with it

 

I stare now at the boats dividing the tide

Waiting to hear a song already forgotten

Waiting for a poem to be sung so my ears redeem

Though its lines have not been written yet

 

So much fog I can’t even see where I’m stepping

Dirty, humid, foggy fog that bothers sailors

Don’t distract me this time, I begged

Mermaids calling me from the depths, I’m certainly gone

 

Take me to

Take me back to some place

where our soul was young

regardless of the body

to keep on walking

hoping to reach somewhere

Take me back to some time

when our smiles were broad

and our gentle eyes

were willing to observe

every inch of the world

Take me forth to a better place

where no worries there are

no poverty nor unhappiness

so that my soul can evolve

to the subtlest state (of mind)

Oh take me forth to a time

when people work for pleasure,

just for the sake of realization,

and when fog doesn’t intend

to blind the eyes of humanity

Or leave me here

and I’ll patiently wait

for something to redeem me

or someone to share my despair

‘cause the one thing I can’t do

is foresee my destiny