the perfect silence!

The perfect silence is between your smile and my favorite song...
the perfect silence is coming with a lot of words,
with a lot of kisses, with a lot of wishes...
the perfect silence is not a love song,
but is a nice soundtrack for our time,
for our tears,
for our fears...
the perfect silence is high,
like the trees, this trees around my room,
around my place,
around my name...
the perfect silence is huge,
is happy, is every time better...
the perfect silence is here,
with us, in my voice,
in your language,
in our balance, in our soul....
Just wait a minute...
don't go ... don't sleep...
just stay there, where you are...
just stay there, I'll be with you...
always in a perfect silence...
with my smile,
with my eyes...
just loving you...
loving you through my perfect silence!!!!

Just... missing...

I miss the verse, I miss the verb…
The incessant calm, the transparent silence…
The wind disappearing in the outside tree…
The travels by the nowhere train…
I miss the blue smoke, the rainbow message,
The sheep’s mess in the rainy days…
I miss the mystery, the language, the metaphors,
the instant, the fear…
the half-light in my eyelashes, the other side of my embrace…
I miss the insomnia and the sweet strawberry tea,
I miss the juggling, the theatre in the corner,
the smile in front of the clouded afternoons…
I miss my name, the name that I had sometime ago,
This name who used to sleep in my mouth, sometime ago…
I miss the embrace, the kiss… THAT embrace, THAT kiss…
The friends, the shake in my ankles,
The trips without pending subjects,
I miss the oblivious,
The same that I need right now,
The same that doesn’t miss me anymore,
The same that is behind me every morning…
I miss the pseudonym, the anonym, the synonym..
I miss the strangers that I never met…
I miss the planets hides in stars,
The sun in December, the moon in October,
I miss the Wednesday deception,
Those Wednesday with taste of coffee,
“The disappointed Wednesday coffee”.
I miss the shiver without cold,
The spasmodic time blowing in my early risers,
I miss the smiles, the caress, the madness, the corners,
I miss my letters and the good wind in my songs,
I miss the rime, the spirals… some names…
I miss which never is surprised...
I miss myself… I forget myself…

I'm here... also there....

Listening a good song.. a name came last night

the name of the sadness... the name of hapiness,

I was waiting for the next coffee...

I was just looking through the green window...

but a strange color was wrapped in my eyes,

the color of the tears that I never feel,

the taste of the sweetness that I lost when I met you.

Now, with my honest heart I'm here... also there...

to tell you how was my boring day...

to tell you how was the way by my bike...

But you didn't care,

just because you decided don't hear me anymore,

just because I showed you a good song,

a name of my lonely evening...

You didn't care,

just because I was too sweet for you,

just because every word was a misunderstanding...

nevermind... I'm here... also there...

with the color of the tears that I don't want to cry,

with your last kiss in the beginning of the winter,

with the promise drowned in my next coffee,

with my own map in my bike,

with my boring day...

I don't care!

Is enough to talk with myself...

I don't care..

My feelings can be just misunderstandings...

but what can I do?

just feel... I just feel....

Stranger!!!

Hey stranger!
Your name in the wind doesn't hear so good...
come to swim next to me,
come to me stranger silence!
let's go to swim again,
let's go between the blue days pages,
come with me to change the bad wind for butterflies,
let's go to fly, to breath, to live..
I don't have time to put my soul in the dryer machine,
I don't have to survive good byes!
Let's go to burn the time,
to put our memory in the fireplace and look how
everything become nothing...
Come on... come with me to trap the space,
to clear the time away!
let's go for the last stupid kiss,
I thing it was lost somewhere in a traffic ligth,
in the machine number 26 in the Central Station,
in the third sugar cube...
Come with me to swim again,
before this city change our wrong way!
Learn the equinox, learn those mondays,
come to stop my lost time, and stay next to me.

Let you die one day,
that other day I'll come to revive you,
to wake up your dementia,
to sleep you with frozen kisses...
Learn again all the steps..
I told you: the dance of life never ends,
I told you already: this game is eternal
I told you: this game is not my favorite, but I can play!
Let the sleep behind you...
learn right now just one thing:
The time is not the antiseptical way to recover past damages!
Just: Ignore the smoke and smile!

Voor Okkie!

Spiritual, musical, mythical...

a whisper in the evening's shadows,

a cloud over the fear,

a sound over the table...

Instants, silence, magic noise,

points of view between the abyss...

This sunday, wasted sunday,

erased secret on your balance point,

behind the mirror, the answers,

beyond the cristal, the questions...

We're too simples to live for nothing,

We're too strongs to death for something,

In your calm I saw the soul,

a piece of the puzzle,

a sort of spiritual book...

Is hard to read it without a nice song!

From the time!

From the time, lost, ghost,
whispering screams, good byes...
broken in little pieces,
trouwn out like souls in the drizzle,
like glowworms,
like scratches...
We announce something is coming,
something is going,
we announce the next silence,
meanwhile the world is falling down,
meanwhile the sky is floating,
meanwhile the kiss is lost in it...
We were more innocents than the most guilty space,
We were more music than those deaf noise,
We were much more then..
Now, we're just time,
We're just lost...
We're just ghosts...

Fresh!

Floating in fables,
feeding my soul,
filling the filters,
fishing with forks...
Light cables of feelings,
long flickers in front,
the frog in the forest
just flaming my fault...
The funeral was freeze,
the future was frost,
five flakes in my flowers
four freaks in my floor!

Catalantje!

You just came on a bad saturday...
you came to bring a new sun for my winter,
You just came to give me a new lyric for my song,
a new shine in my window,
a new choice in the morning train...
You just appeared in my cold evening
to let another chance to believe in myself...
You came to fix my memory, although yours is not ok.
(But it doesn't matter if we walk together)
because I'm sure that after the storm,
you will keep my name on your smile...
Before the last tomorrow,
I will to write sunshines around your time,
then, some day after,
you could come and give me another light
to find the sweet side of my worst song...

मय्बे

Maybe, it will be another time,
when the rain won't kill herself,
when the spring born on December,
and May don't be so fatal on July..
Maybe, it will be another rainbow
that destroy the loneliness of sad sundays
those days when the life taste of clouded coffies
and roast movies...
Maybe tomorrow I'll change my point of view,
I'll write a stupid poem to come across you..
Maybe tonight I decide to fly forever,
break my bad ideas, or live with them, together..
Maybe in the morning still feeling this pain..
But now, I want to know where I let my brain!

Ambition

Abashed abandon,
Above: an advice,
absolute affection...
I'm abroad, abstract, absurd...
You're my abyss, my acces, my anonymous air,
We're an artistic abbreviation,
We need another autopsy
but I just have another aspirine.
Almost alive, absoluty ablazed,
You're abiding my atoms
and they try to attack your attention...
We need another ambulance!