November rain

November’s rain is yet to come.
You can’t fit to October.
You are waiting for winter’s daily routine.
As the wind hits your window,
You hold your blanket tighter and tighter.
First November rain resembles to you.
You wake up under a grey sky,
with a cup of black coffee in your hands.
Nothing looks better, than your smile, after last night’s sex.

Goodmorning.

In time you will understand that nothing lasts forever.
You are still singing the songs I wrote for you.
Music isn’t the same.
I listened to your voice last night.
This old record is almost broken.
No more dances.
Last night was the last time with you.
How far can I go when there’s nothing holding me back?
Brand new songs, while I drive my car.
What a sunny day.

9/2011

Lights on. Summer is over.
Wake up it's September.

Cursed Lovers.

You’re writing all the promises you’ve given in a note.
Where is your truth?
Turn the pages and smell nothing but guilt.
Between ancestors and god you search the exit.
Trapped in this note for a long time,
Cursed by nameless lovers.

Do you believe in dreams?

Dreams are painful. That’s what they tell.
Maybe that’s why I don’t remember many.
The only dream that I remember teaches me that,
You’ll have been the mother of my children.
I will have been the father of your lost life.

History repeats.

You have to separate from anything you love.
You have to.
This sense of feeling useless.
You can’t write your own history.
History proves you wrong all the time.
Lost souls, lost loves.
Everything’s about betrayal and loneliness.
We’ll never learn from the past.
Brand new mistakes in this old bottle.

No God can save us.

Burn fire with fire.
I’ve never understood this quote.
Would you burn your love with another love?
Everything is straight lines in life.
How can you write on the same line two times?
How many nights you suffered?
How many nights you choked my name?
I’m still counting while there’s no god to save us.

No exit.

Empty rooms, without windows.
No sun hits these walls.
Flowers are dead.
Absolution is what I’m searching for,
While the last of the leaves hits the ground.

Heroes are dead.

I still remember your eyes.
These beautiful green eyes.
You used to say that I have lion eyes.
Do you remember?
Nowadays I can’t reach you.
There’s nothing harder that giving up on your heroes.

Day and Night.

Night and day.
Dizzy words are taking place.
I can’t read this book.
I can’t recognize any letter.
I’ve always been acoustic.
Can you read me this book aloud.
I need to sleep.

Parallel life.

I found you after a long time.
All these years I was sure that dreams are always dreams.
That’s how it should be.
Last night you told me that your dream came true.
Now you’re awake, lying on your bed.
How long your dream did lasts?
You still don’t know.
You were so happy, so free.
Reality doesn’t fit you.
You keep on telling about your dream days and days.
Take a nap or dress the reality with this sense you once felt.
Think twice.
Dreams are our second parallel life.
Find the space to live in-between.

Grey sky.

Today was a rainy day under a grey sky.
9 p.m, I could not understand if it was day or night.
I turn on the lights, I serve myself a cup of black coffee.
The girl next door plays with the leaves that fall of the trees.
These leaves are dead. Colorless.
One day this tree was green.
One day this girl was happy.

Black and white

You used to color my day.
Different views, from the same spot.
I love the way you smile.
Now I’m standing all alone outside your house.
Everything's black and white.
I drew a heart around the place you live. Full of colors.

Rendez-vous

There is dirt on your hands.
You wash your hands every time you walk up.
You can’t remember anything form last night.
You woke up and you wash your hands again.
Routine makes you allergic to soap.
Sins don’t wash away with water.
God never met you at nights.

Life as we know it.

Life as we know it.
Are you a good participant?
'Remember that if you can’t stand on your own feet, you will not ever fly’
My mom used to say that as I was a child.
My father used to say, ‘Son keep your eyes open, don’t get lost on the way’
Now I’m 23, I still walk on the road. I wear my sunglasses too.
My father’s advice teaches me to gaze everything and everyone.
I meet you at the same spot like every day.
You keep telling your secrets aloud while singing to your favorite songs.

Love called sick today.

Days really seem bigger now.
Nights are endless.
Drinks, songs, dance drinks again.
New people, lovely people.
Everything seems perfect.
Can you choose among the moments we share?
Can our life fit in a song?
Everyday soundtracks keep us alive.
But still something’s missing.

Saturday2622011

26/2/2011. Same feelings. Same heart.
Shame feelings, shame heart?
Same person, same heart,
I can’t even imagine 26/2/2012.
I still remember your love.
Do you remember mine?
Empty heart, empty glass,
Full of memories.

Leaky dish

It’s your daily routine, to ask for love.
I deposit the heart you need.
It’s natural disposition to fool you.
No boundaries, no compassion,
While I fill your leaky dish.

What if

What if
I could bring you back
Just for a few minutes
Just to tell you that I love you.
Would you say I love you too?

What if
I could bring you back
Just for a handful of seconds
Would it hurt even more
To lose you again?

What if
My life is just a dream
As real as it might seem
And I’m just waiting
To wake up?

Something or nothing.

I ask you
Who am I?
Am I something or am I nothing
You answer
You are nothing but so much more
You are belittled but are great
You seem weak yet you are so strong
People judge you but they know nothing
They know you yet you are a mystery to so many
Your mystery is an amusement, secret,
hope, survival, truth, knowledge,
brave, and honest.
Your heart is like a baby
New and always learning
Sometimes pain, sometimes sorrow, always love
So much love, passion, and emotion
You feel so much yet there is nothing
You are great but what for
Your greatness has no meaning
You thrive for passion, touch and love
But are too afraid to feel nothing
So afraid to lose everything
I ask you am I something or am I nothing
I can eat with the best, dress and talk like the rest
Yet I stand alone and eat in the nest
The nest of protection in my soul
I do as I choose and think as I please
I am, I am not
When I look in the mirror I don't know what I see
A hero, a loner, heart breaker, or a dreamer
A shadow, a light, or a hope shedding light
A secret to be kept
A song to be sung
A loner not known
A lover unshown
A mountain to steep and jagged
A moon eclipsed
I would give you all that I have
If you would answer me
Am I something or nothing
Please answer me with truth
So I may go on
And be as I be