No matter how dark, no matter how pale
Not when I win, not when I fail
The hopeful will never be hopeless
The sad will never be saddest
Lungs with grit, veins with dreams
She may look black, she may look green
Yet she’s the thankful and forgiving
The reason and the proof why I’m living
My soul, my spirit, my being

Would you believe me if I say
I tried to leave, so many times
As much as the words you read
As much as my strokes, my rhymes
Yet, as soon as I see
The path where I’m free
I found myself, longing
To the little love you give
The only little thing I’d settle for
To the cold heart you feed
The only beat, my rhythm
There’s nothing more, there’s nothing else
Reason why I let you bury me
Come, please bury me
Go cut my skin and make me bleed
Come, lay me down and bury me!
Only you, no one else can bury me
Only you, I’ll always crave for
Down to the vilest, tiniest detail
I’ll bruise my fists, I’ll knock my core
Though I know it’s not that little to ask
But would it be okay to hold you?
Your little love, as I go through

Voglio parlare, voglio sorridere
When will I? When will I?
Waves grow big, I still stand by
When will I? When will I?

Unconsciously, you’re filling me
From drops to cups, I’m now a sea
My caged thoughts, you set them free
Lucky for you, can’t you see?
From a tiny seed, I’m now a tree
Happy you’re happy, my cup of tea

So there, my lionhearted defier
Who plucked my doubts behind my sleeves
I was never good, nor even better
Yet among the alphabet, I’m his boldest letter

He rarely smiles, he rarely reacts
Yet I know his core, he paid a heed for sure
For around his neck, above his head, I lived
My co-pilot, the author of my journey’s creed

In every line, in every stroke
I traced the breeze, the feel, the folk
Here in my blood, in my skin, in my coat
Remembering Maria, a sketch, a note

For she’s a smouldering flower
That won’t run out of steam
Undeserved, yet too late; she’s already been
Here, loving everything
Here, begging to begin
Again, her being, her exception
While holding tears, while hiding fears
Can we write our new chapter?
Here, on the same page we deciphered
Then we’ll risk it all just to peruse
Poems we’ll lay down on empty books