Sunday, August 21, 2005
You simply don't exist
When I was child, I imagined you in my mind, that you were the person who will make me cry, who will change the sense of my life.
By Then I taught that all dreams came true, that I only needed to wait for you, and that you will be here when I will need you.
I dreamed that in the morning when I wake up and the sun didn’t appear, you were there.
If in the dark I lose sight of love, I hold you and have no fear.
When I felt like being quiet, when I needed to speak to my mind you were there.
Through the winning, losing, and trying we'll be together, and you will be here.
If the future seems to me unclear, you will hold me and be here .
As sure as seasons were made for change, our lifetimes were made for years.
To hold you close is the only time I felt at ease.
You made me laugh, you made me cry, and you made me sit and wonder why.
Why I need you too much? And why you are not here.
Today I am going for the first time in my life , leave the arrogance and tell you that you are important to me.
Unfortunately you’re just a phantasm that lived in me.
Today I am conscious that even if I look for you door by door I will not find you
Because you simply don’t exist.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
What a strange feeling?
Tonight I feel this tedious nostalgia to something I never had,
I miss the words you never said,
I read the letters you never sent,
And I recall the face I never met.
What a strange feeling?
Tonight, I am hearing you talk without words
I can see your eyes in each corner of the house... yes, the house we never shared.
Do you see those frames hanged in the wall; these are the kids we never had.
What a strange felling?
When I lay down in my bed
I feel your hands in my hair
I hear you whisper in my ear
Keep on talking and don’t fall asleep in my dream.
In this warm night I am cold, my place is crowded and I fell alone,
Everything around me reminds me of you,
these are the books we use to read and these are the clothes you use to wear, nothing has changed.
Tonight I invite you to perform the role you‘ve never played, let me be yours just tonight and let me dance to the music of your heart……….
Suddenly I lost you in the dawn,
I still can hear my heart beat, but I am dead.
What a strange feeling?
The rest of the story doesn’t belong to us
Let‘s reserve it to another night ...
What a strange feeling?
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