Written sometime back, last month, an archive so it is already ! I’m travelling in no space My memories so real I could touch themBut what are you made of dearIs it a smoke or a spineI can feel in my chest Running and running aloneAt the same placeIs it a doomed pitiful lifeIs it... Lire la Suite →

Some Times Some times need to be silentSome times need the fury of accuracySometimes I’m blind when I walk downThe corridorSometimes I feel like I’m a bullEntering in the corridas Help me swallow this piece of silenceI can breath again when the day is doneMy pitiful eyes bleed the morsure of writingMight be the remorse... Lire la Suite →

Red Sex and Wine I feel some sympathy in the airI feel some sympathy in between you and meTonight it’s 9.30And we should close the doorNo more ringing nothing coming from outsideNo more learning how we might have fallenNothing missing and no more thoughts from outsideOur glasses never empty and we talk through the nightOur... Lire la Suite →

Prayer for Current Times I won’t say I or weCause time is just a fantasyIt’s better long goneIt’s better long goneIt’s better long gone honey I won’t say I or weCause you are just a fantasyI won’t be long out of courtesyHeaven is crying out loudSo give me a smile I can make it sound... Lire la Suite →

Lost Love Is the Point I could write about thatIt's a loss it's a bargainIt is something that nothing can be compared withIt's you trying to find your marksSo you can walk again but you don't careYou have to burn the whole burden and you feel likeYou will never be free againYou understand birds you... Lire la Suite →