The big house, under the tree and around, is yellow and green like the sun in a pea.
There’s a garden with flowers and teas, chairs up the trees and a huge bumblebee.
Its name is Arold and flies in the sea, catching dragons and turtles to feed.
Every moon has a shadow to conceal a big house and a huge bumblebee.
Hold on to my silly me
’cause it’s real, it’s the deal
all my In!Se!Cu!Reties!
wrapped up in a gift.
Should I leave and reveal?
I don’t trust you anymore
That is blasting sure!
I’m giving up,
surrender on the ground,
bless your touch,
don’t count on me.
I’m never been in this,
it was just the breeze,
the summer heat,
the nicest dream.
Those years were hard,
those days so dark,
my fears my trap,
I fought for you.
Let me disappear,
lose myself inside
the days to come
the neverminds.
In the crispy air the loudest song,
chilling my dreams, waking my thoughts.
Could you save my heart from running wild?
Could we stay free in this fading time?
I’d appreciate if you could just step back, and maybe turn around and keep on running.
I’d appreciate it very much, thanks indeed.
I feel so good in between, my bonding need and my lonesome time.
I do better with no big self-assured people who need their precious asses wiped and liked.
No one is first, no one is best, it’s the things we share with the world that make us worth in some way.
Keep on running while I’m singing out loud and I’m not even sure I’m tuned.
Well it hurts.
Like a deep cut should.
Let it be, it’s free.
Just feel and say
I’m still here
I’m alive
I’ll make it mine.
This life should come
with maps and lines
but I scared myself
some ugly ghosts
that whispers cries
all night long.
I shut you out the door
were you here with me?
So, what’s your mind
thinking I should keep
all these strings to me
just to let you feel
safe and secure.
I just don’t feel you
ANYMORE.
Just drop your thoughts,
take me for a ride,
kiss me hard and good
and let us be alive.
Never us to be able to live and love, impossible wish in this sick society where is tought us to crave for silly things with no heart and soul. Money rule the world, you can’t even breathe and be. Impossible freedom where everybody is a number to be filled in horrible boxes stuffed with dreams we’d never dream.
Nothing really matters
nothing really does
should be this
the game for us?
You will never colour
the bottom of my heart
but I’ll never leave
the blue of your sky.
Could it be forever
this pretty evil love?
I should bring
the shield on my soul.
Never taste potion
to make the magic love
we just need
the heat of our lust.
As long as I need you, do you feel I’m with you?
I have this tenderness for you, but it’s gone when I’m in front of you.
The thought of us is different, or maybe it’s me and all this things lost that make me so scared.
I feel safe ’till I don’t open. I can’t let you hurt me and I know you love me, but.
Being together is commitment.
Oh yes, it would be nice to be best friend, to lose ourselves into each other eyes, to be free and foolish and so lively! It’s not a film, it’s not a romance, it’s us: true, real and bloody bony fleshy life.
I know what I need and I understand it doesn’t matter at all, because staying together it’s a new creature and I’m really trying to feed it an love it and take care of it, so it will be happy and healthy ’till the end, and beyond.
soaking wet!
Every time I do the dishes I get soaking wet,
I should do them in the pool, maybe in the rain:
I’d feel less dumbass
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