Don’t give your thoughts resonance,
nothing more and nothing less,
Don’t give wordy evidence
to this moment of nothingness.
…
Let the lighters pierce the sky,
let the worries drop and die
Like that tear on my eye,
I’ll hide your thoughts to keep them dry.
…
Let the rain touch my wet skin,
in its rush that looks insane,
Stop talking, let the storm begin,
Let it fall and let it rain !
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
Media is a constant reminder
that we are living in a scary world !
kidnappings, rapes and robbery,
violence, drugs and poverty,
and where confort and harmony
only exist as a fantasy
in a world led by agresivity.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
A small change at one place
can result in large difference,
and evolve from its original base
in a further state at distance.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Browsing life’s dusty files,
the archives of all that happened,
our memories can span the miles
and be right there in just one second.
Distance never separates people,
but it brings us all together,
makes us realize we’re equal
and that our roots are not a tether.
But it’s always hard facin’ goodbyes
at any time… to people or places…
to know, while deeply lookin’ in their eyes,
you’ll never see again their faces.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
I carry you on my lips, which can’t recover
from the wounds made by the sweet venom
of the taste of yours, when one thing or another
is trying their bond to riven.
But my conscience seem to hover,
in those moments we discover
own banned corner of heaven.
I carry you in my arms, when a pale ray of sun
teases us through the window,
from the whole world, we are remiss
and our joys merged into one.
With your hands around my waist:
a new day has just begun
and life dissolve its liquer of bliss
in my mornin coffee’s taste.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
Tomorrow,
you didn’t prolong my happiness…
you let it be drifted by sorrow streams
and when the night left with its darkness,
I lost the whole kingdom of my dreams.
And please, save me from normality,
keep my dreams,my world of fantasy
and let them have the same intensity
when they will turn into reality.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
“The cards are shuffled by destiny… and we play! “
…
Is life a matter of chance?
Are we standing in a trance,
led by some unwritten plots
and then connecting the dots?
…
But do we even wonder
where future’s going under?
Is it luck, or is it fate?
And the lifepath we create
is it built on our guesses
or are we guided by GPSs?
…
And in the end, what is an instant?
a clock beat? or is it different?
Will our acts form our history
or they’re just cards of destiny?
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
The moon makes its way to pass,
piercing the invasive darkness
and reflects their murky embraces
on the trail his leaving traces.
Nothingness surrounds the silence,
daylight was removed with violence …
She tries to connect the dots
in the pendancy of her thoughts:
“I’m here waiting for a sign,
drinking from the sunset’s wine.
And even though there’s much pain,
in a distant dream, I’ll love you again.
Your every movement had an aim,
and all rules belonged to your game,
which couldn’t make it to the dawn,
’cause the king was just a pawn. “
Shadows fill her empty heart,
her inner soul’s been torn apart,
’cause he had just opened that door
to come and steal what he looked for.
“Now that daylights dissappear,
How far can I move from here,
as I can’t follow the light beam,
caught up in a distant dream … “
The moon got trapped in night’s fever
and took off her armor of silver,
which is glowing, with a slight shiver,
flowing down along the river.
Her grudge too, seems to surrender,
being ravaged by its splendor …
“I need you here… next to me …
The dawn is rising, come and see …”
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
A special world we have created,
a bond that no one can see,
which can make things be transported
into another space, for you and me.
A hidden place, inside my heart,
where people, even if they could,
they won’t come in and tear apart
the joy and innocence of childhood.
‘cause the moments we’re together
make me go back there and live
for the second time that period,
when we never cared about bad weather,
And Santa came on Christmas’ eve.
When worries were just a myth
playing until our energy was down the drain,
and the next day, on the same Avenue Fifth,
we started all over again.
When time used to pass really slow,
like the movements of a swing
carried by the wind’s blow,
not worried by what tomorrows bring.
When the word “fun” only meant
stay around with friends and family
and hide-and-seek was like the event
we’re waitin’ for so anxiously.
Childhood is carefree and magical,
narrated from a fairytale story,
when all heroes were invincible,
and future was just something blurry.
Innocence, which left us to enjoy
everyday like a new lesson, and life like a tutor,
people will eventually distroy
and make us fret about the future.
But we wanna keep longer this time -
with no cynism, hypocrisy or lies,
no cruelty, death or crime -
The kingdom where no one dies.
Even if it’s long ago, and for that I am aware,
as time travels with high speed,
you managed to take me back there,
and for that, I love you, kid !
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
What makes us being coward?
What is that force that bends our knees,
makes us feel so underpowered
and orders our will to freeze?
Cowardice, doubts and betrayals
goes hand in hand, like sinners
and sink our ship who sails
to the horizon of winners.
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www.mornincoffees.com/cowardice
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC