dust
December 18, 2011
lip-synced
May 12, 2011
(i’d like to show you this with its music, but we don’t have a good recording of it yet)
now your heart is closed
while mine is still wide open
i’m still trying to make sense
you hide all your feelings
down there in a dark room
i don’t know where i’m going
you burn your clothes
shoot your old horse
trying to fit on a second skin
and wish your game
could wash away the pain
if you could, yes you would
will you go on
will you go on
go on like this
there goes my confidence
against your best defense
i’m still trying to make sense
that monday morning feeling
’cause your words have no meaning
i don’t know where i’m going, going
you burn your clothes
shoot your old horse
trying to fit on a second skin
and wish your game
could wash away the pain
well, i was wrong and i was foolish
’cause everything you said was lip-synced
i was wrong i was foolish
trying to hold both you and me
you and me
will you go on
will you go on
go on like this
and another thing i’ve been wondering lately
May 3, 2011
if it wasn’t love, what was it?
how can we deny love?
how can it shine inside
and not let it come out
to illuminate us on the outside?
what sort of thought
rational or not
can silence love?
drown it in plans and schemes
in nights out in this city
with no heart and no beliefs
do we build
only to destroy?
silence is a knife
right through my ribs
all the way to the hurt
silence is division, distance and despair
it leave us hanging
from the rope of our own dirty thoughts
wandering after that answer,
the one we never get
there’s no silence in love
there’s no love in silence
porque te quiero
April 26, 2011
i would lend you my legs
i’d carry them and feel
what you feel every day
and you’d have some rest
wake up fresh
with no worries ahead
and i’d lend you my back
that can carry so much weight
strong and committed
and i’d take yours
and feel what you feel every day
and understand what nobody can
that loneliness brought by the pain
i’d call you on the phone
just to hear how happy you are
how fresh
i’d lend you my fingers
and i’d lend you my hands
they are calm and firm
caring and safe
you’d feel them
and the feel of all things through them
and you’d rest without worries
again, safe
and i’d feel your hands
the numbness and all
the shaking of what is uncertain
but hands that i’d be so proud of having
for they are calm and safe
a bit numb but full of love
and still so brave
i’d lend you my brain
even if it’s a bit damaged : )
but free of strains
free of the knots and scars
that slows down your breath
and you’d dance through the day
without worries
sing with the strength of an animal
released into the wild again
and you’d stretch every part of your body
feeling every particle of air
landing on your skin
on any part of it
a singing bird sending waves
through your back, your legs, your hands
and i’d keep holding my breath for you
and feeling through you
singing through you
i’d carry it if only for a little while
what nobody wants
invisible but so harsh
and i’d be proud
very very proud
porque te quiero
to Anette
saturday morning
April 23, 2011
saturday morning,
the smell of Cola-Cao and cartoons
rejoicing in freedom
because today i’m not school
i’ve been a prisoner the whole week
and tomorrow i’ll be sad again
the prelude of five grainy days to come.
today it’s sunny, whether it is or not
it doesn’t matter
it’s saturday morning
it’s happiness, it’s joy, it’s cartoons,
it’s Cola-Cao, it’s my first computer with rubber keys,
it’s peace, it’s noisy and quiet at my desire,
it’s as complicated as a pacifier
and I laugh out loud..
oh no, wait, my father is back
always yours to keep
February 15, 2011
love is not what you think, only what you do
February 7, 2011
not too long ago, not long at all
I used to live in a house
sun shining through the windows
the gentle summer breeze
making my white translucent curtains dance
in a butterfly like motion.
from my always open door
I could see curvy hills
covered in green grass
there was a tree, an old solid tree
a tree of wisdom and peace
music was always on
and the smell of hot chocolate in the morning
but
i went out the house
looking for love
and i got lost
ended up on the top
of a giant rocky mountain
where there’s a constant storm
alone, all in silence
it’s like the mountain despise me
what have i done to the mountain?
i don’t know, just being here i guess
freezing cold
i can’t feel my hands, my feet
i can’t see one meter in front of me
my face is also frozen
if i try to smile it’ll break
there’s no rescue coming
there’s no one around
and it’s dark, pitch black night
and this silence
it’s very tempting to just lay down here
i’m tired
they say that intense cold will put you asleep
and you’ll never wake up
the sweet death they call it
but i’m going down
it’s the only way out, down
how ironic
and i know i will fall
i know i’ll get even more lost on my way
i’ll probably break some bones
and perhaps loose a toe or two
it’s also a long way
i have no idea how long it will take
i just have to manage to put
one foot in front of the other
and walk
make my own way
and when i find my house again
i will clean it up
make things in order
i will play music very loud
louder than my thoughts
and i’ll let the door open
so i can see those curvy hills
i’ll let the windows open too
so my curtains can dance
their butterfly like motion
i’ll make hot chocolate in the morning
and sit by the old tree of wisdom
to read, to write, to sing
to feel
there’s no harness in my heart
no one to blame
not even myself
sometimes one just gets lost
as simple as that
and i’d rather feel lost
that not feel anything at all
audio: as close as i can be
February 3, 2011
we don’t usually publish recordings from our practice sessions, but today it’s just one of those days. after my post yesterday i felt it was very incomplete.
forgive the sound quality but enjoy the song
here it is:
in the curves of your shape
i can’t stop and drink
because i’m already drowned
as close as i can be
without touching you
everything that makes you feel safe
well, it just.. makes you feel safe
like borders, lines, cages, laws and rules and what not
keeps my mouth and my hands
prisoner of a war that’s never been mine
no, it’s never been mine
as close as i can be
as close as i can be
without hurting you
without damaging you
without loosing myself
without loosing myself
as close as i can be
February 2, 2011
in the curves of your shape
i can’t stop and drink
because i’m already drowned
as close as i can be
without touching you
everything that makes you feel safe
well, it just.. makes you feel safe
like borders, lines, cages, laws and rules and what not
keeps my mouth and my hands
prisoner of a war that’s never been mine
no, it’s never been mine
as close as i can be
as close as i can be
without hurting you
without damaging you
without loosing myself
without loosing myself
the universe within
January 31, 2011
the universe within
total silence
isolation
years light that could be made in a second
have my new helmet on
my new space suit
now i’m invincible
but as i’m opening the narrow hatch
i wonder if i’d ever find you
if you want to be found