I'm ready to go home..
I open a bottle of wine,
That I've been saving for a special occasion.
I bought a package of smokes,
I turn my favorite tunes

I think I'm ready to start..
Opening boxes,
Folding clothes.
Sipping, smoking and singing
Closing boxes.

I'm almost ready to go outside..
Is dark and cold,
The last one
Sipping, smoking and singing
Closing doors.


I'm ready,
**I'm ready to go.

Your word that speaks the language of your soul.
Your soul that hears the voice of your heart.
Your heart that scream the name of your mind.
Your mind that whispers the emotion of the lines.
Your lines with notes and tones. And
your tones that tune the feeling you have.

The music you have.
Through your soul into your heart and to your mind.

He is running for me
While I'm chasing you
I'll give him a chance
He does what you don't do.

Irony comes by
I saw him today with a big smile
And he remind me
That the way he looks at me
Is the way I used to look at you.
Inexplainable bright that shines
From his blue sea eyes  
He kisses me and he loves me too.

He is running for me
And I am chasing you,
I'll give him a chance
He likes me the way I like you
He likes me not like you

The face you see standing in front of your door
Doesn't want you anymore

You steal her weekend nights
You rewind the thoughts of her mind

The face you see standing in front of your door
Is not into it anymore

It was question of time
For her to realize
That you where never down for her
When the sun is about to rise
Neither when the moon says goodbye

The face you see standing infront of your door
Is not waiting anymore

I know them very well,
They hypnotize you with their powers of seduction
The line between real and fantasy
starts to blur…starts to blur.

Dreams and nightmares
warm,very shinny and clouds with rain
The line between the real and fantasy
is all an illusion of his game.

Water is unclear
don't know if its pure
or if its poison
drink it careful
might be no cure

Dreams and nightmares
you'd better wake up
The line between real and fantasy
just turn the lights on
and keep your mouth shut.

Deep breath
a quite suffocating might be
count down cutting oxygen.
The line between the real and fantasy
3,2,1.. what if its not the end

I enjoy distance
Long drives with no destination
Music blaring,  miles growing

I enjoy distance
Long walks to nowhere
The peace calms my restless soul

I enjoy distance
Little steps each day
Away from difficult situations

I enjoy distance
Between people and places
And me

I enjoy distance
It gives perspective
Emancipation

I enjoy distance
I also enjoy coming home
When distance has run its course

Has been long that I didn't remember you.
Creating fiction chords in my head
of that old song we used to sing together.

The piano leaving me with hair erections
reminding me that pores exist.

The bass taking place
giving short detail
and pressing my body slowly,
gently and deeply into the couch.

And the voice..
warm voice that is injecting
ridiculous amounts of dopamine
directly thru my brain,
driving me to this stage of complete satisfaction.

Feel granted to be the one
who can spike chemical reactions
from the inside of my being
to the outside of my skin
..without a touch.

Kid, what more ****** that could be?