There is a brunette lady
dancing in a white camping tent

from the outside you would say
that it is not a suitable place for grace

but no one knows that is the palace
of love and fear
where you can feel the heart move
the heart balance

make love with fear
make love with life
And being the fear of making love

no one knows that is the place
where a green labyrinth grows
and a rootless plum tree stands on a checkered floor

wonders what matters
to look for a suitable place

if you drink water in the desert
if black and white chess makes you
a graceless body
In need of giving love
In need of being loved.

Roll and Watching the doves playing.

Roll.
And
Watching the Doves.

In the white camping tent.

the source of my love
is the same one that it takes me away from you

but it's too close
and I feel it alive
It bounces in all walls of my body

Mother sacrifice
Fix the white canvas in the corner
Too far away to paint
Too close for the mind
There's nothing more to say
She regrets her interrupted dreams
And watching her son realizing them
She paints over the melancholy
of her empty pictures.


Dear Mother,
It is not too late.
There is still so much to paint.

The anemic little girl makes the mannequins blush
she fills her pockets with books
to tear herself away from fake tenderness
from flower lovers

she jumps from hat to hat
and with magic tricks disappears

there's no caustic world
no poison that can pollute the blood
she knows where she doesn't want to stay


to protect herself
     from The All Same

Think that we're not the only ones
Feel like this skin isn't fully mine
Sometimes i am the lives of others
Otherwise i am no one's life
Understand that even pain has its own lightness.
It must be understood and caressed
A pain for its brightness
The most fragile crystal you could see.