A hungry young sailor
paddled his worn out raft
searching for dry land
came across with a young bard with his guitar
on a floating log waiting for luck.
Saved, he helped the hungry sailor
paddle in search for dry land.
Minutes later found themselves
on still waters, sign of good luck.
Dry lands ahead..
There sat a lonely barber
by the river bank
The bard asked the barber
what made his heart sank
and he explained how
he lost his good scissors
on a bet with his bad luck.
I don't mind giving you these
the hungry sailor said
not just one one
but two new scissors
the barber jumped
I could give you free haircut anytime!
the barber exclaimed
but before that' the sailor replied
he's hungry' the bard said
too bad, if it's food, I don't have'
the barber feeling really sorry
with a sigh they fell silent
oh I know someone who can ease our worries!
stated the barber sounding resilient
he told them about the fantastic cook
his foods taste good as it looks
So they started to search for the cook
but where to? Asked the sailor in a shook.
He's near the woods, in a sunflower field
the barber answered as they left the raft and began to walk
How I wish I could follow them, but I can't
For I'm asleep, I'm just asleep...

Your favorite CD's are waiting
I think going home is a good thing.
Your lover's messages on your phone
and the cat that you left all alone
empty trays and the kitchen sink's left unkept
I think going home is the first step
before you deal with every little details
of the odd and the unexpected
Your favorite books are waiting
to be opened and read once again
bookmark stains on the pages
you have read over and over
turned yellow with some cobwebs on the drawer.
Your favorite matress is waiting
neatly folded but cold and yearning
to be warm again with you and your pillow.
they are waiting; your collection of guitars
each strings unplayed and slowly becoming dull
not as shiny as before, standing on the cold floor
I think going home is the safest way
so I think it's best if you do it today...

Winter is coming
Bright lights and silver linings
Golden memories
endless whispers of slight breeze
End of fall
is like a sand in an hourglass
in constant motion
hurrying down till it's gone
Like the season
that changes in a moment
Inevitable as it seems..
Cover your eyes
and you will see
Read the signs and pay attention
Just don't ask me questions
because I don't know
Come let's discover
Good vibrations..

A time in spring
I heard you singing
of dreams and things
and of leaves and trees,
sunshine from the window
they pierced like bullets
as I opened my eyes
are we different?
The move you made
a slow gesture of words
they spoke and tease me
with every wave of your hands
round and round you go
round and round I know
I'm stuck in here
I can't go out
I'll look at you one more time..
I'm home..

A familiar day has started
on my way to school
I can't help but wonder
some people on the streets
are walking backwards.
Confused and baffled
I asked someone " hey wait, are you going somewhere?"
The man looked at me it seems that he's in a hurry
He answered me impatiently
"I'm quite busy, can't you see!?"
so I just nod my head and turned away
I thought maybe this day has a lot to offer.
The bell rang, the time has come
the teacher entered the room
slowly she walked, without a glance she talked
"open your books, the class will begin."
with an absent mind gesture
she flipped the pages of her book
too fast to read, to fast to look
one student asked; "teacher, is there something wrong?"
she replied with a tear in her eyes,
"I wish I could flip the pages of my life to who I was before"
quite moved I agreed and stood up from my chair
"I'll be going now, no need to wait for the bell"
with a smile I started to walk ,
I walked backwards, the whole class was in shock
out of the doorway, away and away
I was right, this day has a lot more to offer..

The year of the strangest weather
watch the sky covered in white feathers
My heart screams from utter discontent
my mouth is dry and wavering, lips gone pale and cold
while I stare at the clock, I know I'm getting old
He said; 'A step forward and you'll end up two steps backwards'
I'm at standstill, watching the world in high-speed
Again he whispered; 'Or two steps backward and you'll be back again from the start.'
snap up from a daze, as I counted the days
with resentment he said; 'three jumps and a white card will get you there'
to which I replied; 'three jumps and a what card won't get me nowhere'
You're clever, I see, so why not be free?
You're whispering again, I'll listen, but what good will it do me?
If you'll embrace goodbye, there's nothing more
three jumps will get you there, three jumps, now do it and see
I jumped. The third one set me free...

Today we part, and bid our goodbyes
for tomorrow I'll be better
Yes, tomorrow will be better
I might be sad but it's okay
I think we need to go our separate ways
Yesterday was fun. Thank you.
but I have to go on now without you
It will be alright, I know I can
I will be alright, yes, I know I can
So goodbye, somehow I'll make it through
So goodbye, in some way I'll make it without you
I might spend this life saying goodbye
But don't worry I will be fine
so then, goodbye...

Annoying sleepless nights
staring at the ceiling
humming tunes and lullabies
I hate this feeling..
A feeling of discontent
A mind full of struggles and disarray..
A hand full of choices I took
still, it's not as easy as it looks..
Break of dawn
I'm all alone..
morning filled with clear sky
once again is it okay if I try?
a calm feeling of acceptance
somehow it feels like everything has been forgiven..

As silence fills the air
beneath the cloudless skies
It gets darker every hour
as our weary eyes slowly close
You're moving closer as you sat
and you close your eyes to be away
away from everything
away from where we've been
A thousand faces, waiting people
A hundred hopes, a single wish
The world is fast asleep..
The world is fast asleep..
The night is calling
an open letter
The tears are falling
and it's keeping you
to write as nothing else is left
but to say it once again,
Goodbye..
say it one more time,
*Goodbye..

Breathe carefully
the clock that ticks
Slow movement
from the hand that keeps
my eyes from closing
choosing to sleep..
The willing waits
till the dawn breaks..
The keeper keeps
and picks its own pace..
slowly..
Shall we?

It's half past six
are we destined to meet?
I think today is okay
nineteen twenty-six...
I was caught in a line
and you got me
I think we'll be okay
nineteen twenty-six
A magical smile
paired with my whimsical grin
made things completely okay
nineteen twenty-six...
A foreign feeling
in a comfortable way
this morning is great
this feeling's okay...
nineteen twenty-six
wish we could repeat
this moment again
in nineteen twenty-six...

I can still remember
how we used to be,
Floating on my mind
and in the corner of your eye
a light that never cease to shine
alive, I feel alive..
I can still remember
what we used to say,
with every words and promises
A hope that they would go
beyond our endless thoughts..
But now you're gone
Red lights in a dark room
with sleepless eyes we look
an endless stare
a moment before it all ends
I'll be waiting for you
I'll be so much better you'll see
I still keep with me
all the things you've left
locked in a drawer
in my room,
a memory of the past
a time, a moment in my life
where I wish
I could go back..

Life at its peak..
too slow to notice..
too fast to remember..

Hey, do you think we could change,
and be better men today?
Who cares about that,
the world is rotten anyway..
Have you seen the news?
It's everywhere,
yet people take little effort to care..
Like I said before,
This world is rotten anyway..
Do we count every little good deed we make?
but still ignore the kindness we get along the way..
Well, that's just normal,
This world is rotten anyway..
We wash our hands clean,
and yet commit another sin..
No need to worry,
The world is rotten anyway..
The fact that it is true,
Should I blame you?
But, who cares if it is true or not?
If the world we were in still rot?

It started from the ******
but it's nowhere to the end
like a shallow river flowing
where it leads no one knows
just when you thought
that things will be better,
it fell down crumbling
like the rocks from the river
from here it never gets better..
and in the end it tastes more bitter..

"Let  all the pieces fall"
I heard one man said,
just when something
gracefully landed on my head
a piece of a puzzle
it's blank and it is white
I can see it clearly
in this cold cloudless night..
I asked myself: "what's this?"
The man quietly whispered:
"it's white am I right?"
I nod my head and said yes
He then smiled and said:
"well then, goodnight"
He walked away and disappeared
A man covered in white beard.
As soon as it happened
I quickly noticed at the end
white pieces of puzzle
from the sky they're slowly falling
I held my hands up
and for a moment I said:
"Tonight will be white"