A friend once told me
I know you want to appear strong
I questioned his choice of words
To appear
As if Iam hiding my tears
All my life I am part of a play
Playing roles depending on the
day
As my role changes I become
a singer
Be attentive to my song
I often rhyme about the desire
to belong
To love yourself after your
fall
not in substances or alcohol,
shrinking walls or six missed calls
To love in
the acceptance of remorse
Ask forgiveness behind
closed doors
To fall beyond your original course
Your community, family or house
Perhaps it's time for a
divorce
To encounter a class beyond
Something better, cleaner, free'er
When to belong was a
wish denied
Don't let your mind be occupied
Love yourself in your
fall
Have grace and cheer
Someone has to lift you up my dear
You're not defined you're a moving
force
With strength and momentum
This change is your new anthem
Explore the whole spectrum
Strength is being fearless of the
worst
You played different roles
You bounce back with the love in
your core
It doesn't matter what life shows
Our attitude we have in control
When you are strong
Also appear like
you're still young
As if a lot has to be done
To love the child within
isn't a job for an anyone

Who
celebrates the beauty of life
is he who
hesitates to study what's inside.
Oh open your ears
the bells ringing and the
pure singing.
Swinging on the roads of Castellano.
A glass of white champagne while
dancing in the rain.
My eyes see you spinning and crawling
on a plateau
Laughter and coughing to
escape
the shivers of the pain and agony
restrained

Oh he who's in love with life
I'll watch over you, aware of the deeper
sign
I want you to love I want you to thrive
Don't forget to fear
The sequel of the afterlife.
Most definitely,
Iam not one to hold, my appearance as thin as air
for you a mystery to
unfold.
A presence always there an
atmosphere who repairs.

When he's waltering in the rain
high on the taste of champagne,
I'll be the breeze that flows over you
as a hurricane
Evoke the hot blood of your
mother in your veins.
Revealing your shame no fear
for disgrace
Cleaning the stains
leaving you ready for Gods embrace

A glass to hold, no raindrops to sip from.
A medicine as plain as milk.
My skin as soft as silk my love all spilled

Oh he in love with life.
Do you recognise,
Iam not a fairy tale
Your loving lie who brings peace to mind.

I want you to feel the divine
I see you crawling on a plateau.
From my balcony, I pray, for a fair battle
Don't be the like a serpent
Don't eat from the apple.
Oh honey let me be your second mind.
The presence behind your eyes.
Shed your skin,
your awareness polished and refined.
When celebrating the light,
you shatter the glass,
And breakthrough your domain.
With me and the divine in your mind.
You remember your name.
Who are you

I declare ,
Every grain of my mind
I have
spared.
The dust of my ancestors
ready to be repaired
Does time define
the worth
of what you have designed
If you asked me to end your bloodline
I politely decline.
How do you teach history,
If your words never held consistency
How do you call this history,
if in your stories held no victory
Only a fool has the audacity
to write history
without an opponent who
gifts him an injury.

Deeply cut
Who are you
Without an ally who gifts
you with a basket of lemons
A bitter taste
it changed you in a
different shape

I declare,
I gave you a grain of my mind,
If together we bound
Then why was my seed planted
where no river was found

Does time define the
Significance of what you've designed
Because only a fool writes history
in the past.
It you wanted your message to last

The present
is everything that you ask.
This moment,
  is the sand
  in which you plant your seed.
It's the ticket
  to the most lavish suite
Can you feel every heartbeat

Embracing the blessings given
by the unseen

Denial and death,
They act like a burden for my body, she is the one who cares.
Without any of them, does one stay sane?
But they're not a light source flowing through my veins.
They are slices of me with different names.

If you see me clothed in my white dress and high heels.
Tell me beloved,
Do your eyes still capture the needle and thread it took to sew.
I'll never let you see
The poker cards, roses , shooting stars, filthy art, perfumes and raspberries, the cherries in my heart. The sweet and sour flavour of my charm.

If you want to call me your cheré,
Cut me a slice of that what lives behind your eyes.
Followed with the cries that pour from your sky.  
Continued with the words of the wise you collect in your mind.
Finished with the fragrance of your blood.
I'd cherish every chapter,
I won't rewrite your chart.
In my existence, you'll find nothing but acceptance.

If you see me standing in a white dress covered with mud.
Do your eyes still capture the smile on my face?
Or would you stress, blind to your own mess.
When you see me at night, afraid of the emotion I hide.
You'll find me clothed in my skin,
a bouquet beside me.
While I cut the thorns of my roses,
The blood in your veins travels with the speed of light.
We throw away the needle and thread.
You see a cheerful begin, embracing the sight.
You confirm, it's only God
who can cut us in a way that we die

From within my core
a poem so pure
I promise the ordinary life won't feel so
genuine anymore
I perceive a burden weighing you down to the floor
A pedestal of promises from behind empty doors
All the pain you endure
for a life which isn't even yours
Fearing the consequences of all your expenses
Living in a dense fog,
alarming all your senses like a chained up
dog
Perhaps it's time to change your
lenses
This ordinary life robbing you from your
myths and lores
Bound to an infinite amount of chores

I know this was the
norm
ever since you were born
But be attentive to your core
Does it accept this fate?
Your need to be
secure, to survive
could never
compensate
your desire for laughter and
delight.

How draining it must be
This constant game of hide and seek
To explain my entity for a soul so plain
An exhausting image so pointless to obtain

Is all you do bend, into someone
easier to comprehend
What a release, to leave without an adieu
Achieve without a ceiling
Pursue without a queue
To approve with all the noise removed


Without the weight to be read
Its enough to
be

I hate the way you see me
It's not the calmness I
embody
She's someone I like to deny
Someone who walks away
without saying bye
She's full of rage and silent cries
I hate it when you see me
Not when in laughter , joy and glee
But when Iam on the edge between
my want and need
All I need is my child and you to meet
All I want is to fade away in a blissful breeze
I hate it why you see me
the anger in my chest like a boiling bree
The desolation in my eyes and
my senses you read.
The nights I went to bed and didn't eat
All you see is an ugly truth
I agree
I often lie
No real reason but I am afraid to share my shine
You took it away before I knew what was wrong and right.
Beware not to put a label on a child.
When in madness I sound like a boiling water cooker.
Even if we tried to sit down with a cup of tea
You wouldn't add sugar, and our talks will taste bitter
I hate it that you see me
Not what your eyes capture but what your mind gathers
I can't complain to be seen better
If Iam not willing to climb that ladder
In full honesty,
your eyes don't matter