1. |
To bide time
03:14
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I’ve grown up thinking
I could have lived
forevermore.
I’m like a sunflower
and youth is the petal
that’s about to fall.
I know the season’s changing
but I do not want to depart.
Pick me up,
desiccate me
so I can live forever.
Is it a natural process or
the purest of loves
what makes us move?
A dance in the pursuit
of the sun, celebrating
the might of its light.
I know the season’s changing
but I do not want to depart.
My stem is growing older
and the petals weigh too much.
Pick me up,
desiccate me,
then I will live forever.
To plant the seed of immortality
is to find meaning
in the simplest things:
a warming blanket,
a kiss goodnight,
the moment everything’s all bliss.
Give me some more time, please.
I’ll do my best while I live.
I don’t know if I’ll get through winter,
has my time been already defined?
I will just do my best while I live.
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2. |
Sleeping beauty
03:07
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Oh, your blow brought me home.
Now it’s flaring in my lungs
and it opens a scar in my body.
This breeze’s something I want to feel,
it brings harmonies to my ears.
I left so I could relive
my love for you, so real.
I’d swear to God
if only I believed in him…
If only I could wake you up,
I’d kiss you a thousand times
and while you sleep
I gnash my teeth and I bleed.
You are my greatest love,
my greatest regret,
my sleeping beauty.
Sleeping beauty, please awake.
There’s nowhere else I want to be,
yet when I walk among these roads
I still feel lost and I roam. I am lost inside you.
Don’t you think that you are too,
lost inside you?
When I left you, I saw the sun
draw your veins in scarlet red
and I hoped just for a moment
that you could wake up.
Why don’t you wake up?
The more I feel your heart beating
while you dream, the more I’m lost.
I’m lost inside of you.
The more I hear you respire with your eyes shut,
cross my heart, the more I grieve.
I’d swear to God
if only I believed in him…
If only I could wake you up,
I’d kiss you a thousand times
and while you sleep
I gnash my teeth and I bleed.
You are my greatest love,
my greatest regret,
my sleeping beauty.
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3. |
On canvas
03:40
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I used to draw the form of clouds
with my fingertip
and the coldest wind
would take them away.
They taught me that we are dirt, finite.
I used to rub their shape
in the condensation
of the car window,
back when I was young.
I was wondering
how could winter skies
be so colourful
and luminescent.
I’ve been hoping, one day,
that the first line I’ll paint
will be the one
that’ll make me live forever.
I watched the world run on
while hiding behind the window,
‘till I took a breath, the deepest and sketched
the form of my future, once again.
Now I know that one day,
the last line that I’ll paint
will be the one
that’ll make me live forever.
New landscapes to portray
and new
colors to fill new space
on the canvases,
I will draw new meanings
and I’ll fill the space.
I will fill it.
I haven’t seen new colors
since at least two very long
years and these days
blue becomes grey,
just like the thick smoke
I inhale every time
I feel a void inside
but now I realise
that is love
what should be filling
the empty space
in my atoms.
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4. |
Violet
02:26
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The beauty
of living
the moment.
I’ve chased the ghost of
fame and success
my whole adolescence.
A reverie in sound
that tends to nothing
but selling tickets
in the best theaters.
I don’t wanna die today.
We don’t all have luck
so, when it gets bad,
I take the bow out
and graze the strings ‘cause
I don’t wanna die.
I’ll play my songs loud
as far as I can remember
and lose some notes because
the score’s gone with the wind.
While it flows,
I will dance with the walking people.
Will I ever gain a second wind?
We’re a crescendo
that ends in silence
and we sing threnodies
to hush the racket.
The tempo’s rapid,
I’m keeping it up
although I’m aging.
It doesn’t matter.
I don’t wanna die today.
I’ll play forever
and I’m so sorry
if the melody’s too loud,
my souls screams out aloud:
“I don’t wanna die at all!”
I know I won’t gain
a second wind,
so I’ll breathe in
and live the moment.
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5. |
Silhouettes
03:26
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There is a secret in the rhythm
of people passing by:
while they’re moving, they play fetch
with their shadows in the light.
I am standing in the middle,
slowly abiding by the flow,
and all I see is silhouettes
elapsing on the floor.
Sometimes I can’t exactly explain what I see
and what I mean
gets lost in translation.
Yet, all these words I write and sing,
they are pure
and what they convey
is the great love I see outside.
Oh, if only I could voice my thoughts.
I’m mesmerised
by things all around,
fascinated by our movements,
so fleeting, so random.
You fell
just like a leaf falls from an old tree,
alighting on the floor
as a tired soul does.
You got
what you wanted
and I rejoice.
Sometimes I can’t exactly explain what I mean
‘cause what I mean
gets lost in translation.
Yet, all these words I write and sing,
they are pure
and what they convey
is the great love you had inside.
There’s a secret
in the rhythm
that we live by,
the reason we’re alive.
I can’t name it,
I just feel it.
Did you find it
when you leapt?
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6. |
Analog you
03:45
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And when I wait
for the moment,
I feel alive
and as the lights
are coming up,
like a tree I stand, still.
Through the lens I see
the path to eternity.
I remember home,
the rolls, the old photos.
I got in everyone's world
like a child who doesn't know.
I shoot a bridge to the past
so, on the days I get no rest,
I can see the happiness,
forever kept in white and black.
Is it there the love I knew?
I look for smiles,
fears and glassy eyes.
A love that, I know,
I still cannot take it home.
Tell me when I‘ll be gone
to the eternal horizon.
Will someone freeze the lights just to look into my eyes?
I'll wait and try.
I'll wait and try.
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7. |
Whimsical
03:12
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Isn’t it so
whimsical the
way we move?
We fade and walk
in vicious circle
and never stop.
Someday, I know we’re falling.
Down the road.
The city’s brisk,
but its foot traffic
doesn’t pulse.
In the modern world
the rhythm is
syncopated
and so confused,
but I think you’ll find your pace.
The sky’s blue but
the sun won’t shine forever
and when you’ll realize that
that there’s no place for you in here
it’ll be too late, my dear.
You will move along,
life goes on and on.
Life goes and on.
While the people are going by
I’m still here, fading away
like the frescoes on the buildings,
I deteriorate.
It’ll shake you, to go down the road,
but this life is a ballet:
a dance with picturesque moves,
so graceful, yet so quick.
Keep dancing when the music
stops and the curtain closes.
When the lights go down
just keep moving.
The sky’s blue but
the sun won’t shine forever.
I know you will realize that
that there’s no space to move in here.
You’ll find your place, my dear.
You will move along,
life goes on and on.
You will move along,
life goes on and on.
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8. |
At a crossroads
02:20
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What does keep me stuck at the crossroads
while other people, they come and go?
Everyone walks, everyone steps
to the rhythm of the crowd.
The road’s a blessing in disguise,
beautiful, but where does it lead?
I think your guess is as good as mine.
I know that time is flowing
and it’s never coming back
but I can swear that
I will do my best.
I’ve got
a map and no direction,
in this city I’m not welcome.
On the white walls of my bedroom
I hanged postcards, old and yellowed.
They remind me I’ve got memories
and that they don’t make me special ‘cause
everyone in the world mends, moves on
and I’ll go with the flow.
Should I go with the flow?
I’ll go with the flow.
I know that time is flowing
and it’s never coming back
but I can swear that
I will do my best.
It’s true, I may fall sometimes,
like I did today but
some things still make me get up.
I’ll forever live by
a dream, some words, a song about
the grief, the angst, the love, the loss.
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9. |
Memorial
03:13
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The sun is high in the sky,
it fills the empty space
between the cobblestones
of the road we walked
that day, when you were
wearing a red rose
in the curls of your hair,
right before asking me
“Can you please ask again?”
Now I cling to anesthetics
to place order in my mind
‘cause every song that I hear
sounds like
notes covered in grime.
Smoking green leaves,
I’ve been searching
for a moment of pure love,
the much-vaunted I have strived for
when I was used to feeling something.
I felt true.
The memory of you
sings along with
the sound of a violin
gently carried by the wind.
I had too much to say,
but I said nothing
and gave you my silver ring.
As I kneeled down,
you turned around and
fixed your look on mine
and time stopped,
we listened to all the sounds:
the bells were ringing loud,
the breeze was like your whisper.
The wind stops blowing,
the daydreaming ends,
I’ll keep walking.
Yes, you said.
I will remember,
I will cherish that moment
forever.
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10. |
Rockabye
03:16
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Rockabye baby,
darling don’t cry.
I’ll sing you a song
‘till your tears are dry.
It tells the story
of a woman,her bike,
a Thursday morning,
people passing by.
A gracious sound
of yesteryear
went with the woman,
she fell on her knees.
and nobody helped her.
She shyly got up,
meaning that in life
we have to stand up
but if you ever fall,
I’ll catch you.
A gracious sound
of yesteryear
went with the woman,
she fell on her knees
and nobody helped her.
She shyly got up,
meaning that in life
we have to stand up.
Rockabye baby,
I want you to know,
if you ever fall
then I will catch you.
I’ll sing you songs
to help you dream at night,
‘cause only in this way
you’ll get through the days.
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