Clinging to a kite
I go clinging to a kite
trying to make sure
my feet
don't lose a shoe
I cross life quickly
not to fall prisoner of the winds
that moments inspire me
I am filled with gestures,
words and events,
that orbit around me,
parallel universe
that I see only in my dreams
how difficult it is to know how to be a hand,
a kite
and the rope that holds it
Bad Boy? What do you think?
He has no face
he is just a voice
whispering words and words and words x2
he makes you think that it is you who think
he is a lover having more lovers
but when reappearing he is well received
he is the God of Thoughts
he is capricious like the weather
and can turn you into a plug
carried away by the current
when he shuts up
bad boy bad boy
talk to me
I will make you a crown
with the words that you give me
Run, run, run
I run I run I run
the night is cold
I run I run I run
the fog wraps the street lamps
the street lamps
I run I run I run
leaving behind
the steam of my breath
of my breath
Streets and more streets with no nME
North South East West
the Rose of Winds slept
in the box of Yesterday
In the rain
Today it rains
in the field of the dead
while I walk
reading their names
written in chalk
on crosses of blackboard
landscape that Life planted in my thought
and that I leave behind
dancing in the rain
to feel me alive
despite those graves
despite their voices calling me
I dance I dance
for them for me
the fog is chasing me
dense cloud that does not fly
but is enough to hide any meaning
and while I walk
I feel devoured by the shadow
of what cannot be changed
A Mummy in the closet - Take care!! Perhaps there is a Mummy in your closet?
I am a Mummy
kept in a closet
my soul is cold
my heart is broken
waiting for something
to bring me back
to life
under the bandages
wrapping my body
Time and its hours
walk for the others
here
there is only me
surrounded by disorder
Day and night have stopped
at touching each other
claro obscuro that swims
here and there and everywhere
My eyes can only watch
clothes that no longer serve
while I hear steps of life
around my limbo
but they are not those
of the one I loved
so so so so
I am a Mummy