Fallin'

my heart is sooo tired of hatin'....it hurts so much...that it keeps me hatin' all nite long.. I dont have enough gummy bears for tonight....
so tonight... i'll just watch the stars above me....with my man...Herbie Hancock... laying down on the grass with my stare lost in the sky until i feel like im falling to to the deep space, loosing myself into endlees starry skies...
maybe this time....i shall let myself fall and see where i wake up in the next morning...
cuz im sure...I'm too tired of this place where there's no love for me

and the hate of my mother will keep me awake

Italia 69

There's a picture hanging on the wall
it reminds from so long
the sensations of the long years
tears i couldn't hide on my face, back then
i just could had my head down
the hammer crumbled so many walls
i used the crumble to build a little castle
up in the celling where the spiders had a peaceful life
light beams entering through a tobacco haze
somehow i got used to after,
i guess Ray Conniff never knew about it
how much i hated his work

the haze on the celling burning up my eyes
i had to take a walk somewhere
i had to walk so far away before the night fell down..
i don't have a bike, i don't have a friend
i dnot have a dog anymore
those girls and boys are gone now
i just had to go out for a walk by myself
be here before 7 or the night will fell on you
i got some coins in my pocket, they will be enough
for a popsicle and maybe juice, the one i saw on tv
so how long shall you walk again?

that girl wanted to kiss me once
i didn't know back then how much would i wait until
the haze would spread out away from here
i guess it took to long since somehow i still can smell it

it burns my eyes and smells like a rotten lung
coughed by a sour lemon who forgot to love
somehow i forgot to love too, and i forgot to live as well
now im here standing in front of a picture tha i hate so much
just as much as i hate the continental, it reminds leather belts and anger
and the way i never knew to love.

Mother

when our eyes dry out tonight
you will remember weeks of change
shall i rewind the tape pretending
nothing else happened that night

i ran al night throught
along the darkest road
i ran away from the top the hill
shivering and creaming out
how much i hated god

how far i ran that night
so far i just can't tell
i just don't want you to follow me around
i don't know how much do care
maybe i just don't care

if and if you see your mother
please don't tell her a thing
i know you always told me and i'm always who to blame
she always let me know
how much she hates her son

As you know
i forgot to clear up myself
i forgot to clear up my room again
and i feel shame
the shame of you
shame of myself

she knows the guilty ones
she knows the faces
she knows their voice
she can't forget them

neither could i

because she knew the seed
she knows where it springs
she knows where it grows
she knows where it came from

she rather to kill it
before her memories do

Before my final test

my coat smelled so bad that night
i had no clean clothes to carry that day
i had to choose carefully all my books
i just had a teapot an a bag of thea
may be a few coins and a two digits bill
may be i will find somewhere to work cause i haven't eat today

i watch the stars over and over
each time i stop to breathe
my bag is just too heavy
my coat smells bad tonight

i tried to sleep a little but the voices couldn't stop
i saw the player you gave me on my birthday
and all the image of not better days but not good anyways
my ankle hurts so bad its good i have my meeds
how long will they last, they are not cheap you know.

i have a bit of gum i'll save it for tonight

Cowards in the frontline

Some times I just can't believe
the way i did, the way i said
the way we laid over the sand that night
I was so scared i forgot to say the truth

i look back and i see the shameful path
of the lies of a gimp who decided to run away
sometimes I just cannot sleep at night
the word are written up my forehead

so shall i run or shall i take once more
the wounds that keep me awake
when i try to find peace
so shall i rebuke
when the night fades i will try to run
the time is coming back
i don't know myself anymore
why should i forgot
why should i be again?

so i just cough hard
as you know i am sick
i tried somehow to remember a word
after i forced myself to forgot
for so many years after
well the words forgot me
and i just can't run

because of the cross shaped pins
nailed up to my head those nights
when i just could sit and watch
how the world was crumbling
when the war began
i was just a kid and i had to fight
after ten years
how could I?

Habia una vez una niña

y esa niña era yo...
de eso se trata este blog de sueños y dolor en el que de alguna manera encontrare algo de alivio, asi comienzo y vere como sigue. Bienvenido quien lea