I have got to the point where my dreams and my fears collide
I have got to the point where I don’t know either to laugh or to cry
I have got to the point where I don’t know either to live or to die
My hunt for an answer is met with a dark day and the breeze outside is rubbing out my faith.
My Morning mists are filled with somber grains,and the weathered faces around me are stretched with pain.
My Tears of joy scuttle thought my eyes,but get nowhere further than my face.
In the darkness, I can see a light, but the reach of my hand is getting tight.
Beyond the distant star I hoarded my hopes, but it seems a bit overloaded.
Nothing flows in this road but my words but how to take it further to my shore.
I loved, I hated, I failed and I succeeded and today I am experimenting fear.
Fear of the night,
Fear of the day,
Fear of all the joy I am getting without having to pay.
No power can stop me to rise except yours .
Now I am down on my knees expressing gratitude.

Stack of stones
Doors of steel
That all what I can see in your path
Lost in your dreams
Vanished in your days
The sorrow shattered your heart
The hypocrisy wrecked your life
Your nights… a brothel
Your days…… a misery
You don’t know how to deal
And when to clash
You don’t know what is real
Nor what’s right
You gave up your faith
You gave up your believes
Just for this immense aim to please
Show up, jump and play
The game is almost over and
You reached the final destination of your days …

Your black eyes Ensorcelled me
The swing of your words rapt me
What is that thing in your sight?
That is consuming my heart

I draw you in all colors
I trance you in all moments
And I place your picture next to my frame
To touch the real side of this dream

When I woke up your portrait was black
Resembling the darkness of the night
You smile was not as bright
You touch was not as flare
All what I hear is your voice
Playing as tune without noise
All what I can see is your shade
And this fake smile placed on your face

Don’t seduce me and escape
Don’t love me and pretend
I am not going to ask you to stay
How can I ask you if you never came!

I will corrupt the sky to have you
I will give up my faith to hold you
I will cross the ocean to be with you
But just tell me who are you?

He is the guy of the apt 208; I am the girl next door.
Every day is the same, I never make it to my door without hearing his salute.
He says hi each time my eyes get into his .
Something in his sight always made me loose my words and never replied.
His voice was so sturdy that it reached the very dip of my thoughts.
The walls of my place are so slender that I could hear the sound of his breath. This sound was enough to imagine what is going on in apt 208.
What I should do so I will not hear , go take a bath, check the mail.... That wasn’t enough.
I just had to go to sleep each time I heard the echo of his voice.
Today I walked out my door really slowly looking for him with the only difference that I was determined to talk to him.
Suddenly I saw a crowded group of people coming out of Apt 208,
I reassembled my breaths and asked.
Nobody was able to tell me what happen to the guy of Apt 208.…..
Does anyone know ??
He was gone forever............