I like the grass under my feet
my latest gray strands
my perpetual doubts
I like to travel by train
my suitcase pocket-sized
my world full-out
I'd like to finish my book
get my head straight
and grow up.

She was patient, waited
a lot and a long time for
him to move to her city for
him to find a job that suits for
him to learn the language or
maybe even study and turn the
world around. This sounds all
very practical, there was love
involved indeed. Really, truly.
Living together, looking for
beetles and seeing the flora
grow. Enjoying poems and
art and each other. But
she needs positivity
a person around a plane to
catch too. She cannot wait.
More than that.

She tries to capture
the world in words
to make sense of images
wavering, of queues shifting,
of lyrics sounding

and starts playing by heart
as she goes

Does it make sense she
is still so obsessed by
his love and her bitter
her light and his hate
which makes it all so

unwordable

'cause with the others none of that
'cause with them so unsubdued  

as she went

Across the sea upon a foreign land
In a language you could not understand
A daughter asked a father
How much longer?

And with a weary grin fixed to his face
He told his love about the place
Where freedom sung
Like church bells

This feeling of despair does not get better
Just waiting for something to change
A sign anything to stop me feeling this way
But some things never change
And this feeling is one of them

When you've done it all
Everything you said
When your book is full
Of the things you read

When you've seen it all
And know it's not
The thing you spoke
And said it was

But your heart still aches
And your mind still burns
For loves sweet straits
And twisting turns

When midnight comes
Without a stroke
And the streets are cold
And life's a joke

When the river dries
And the bed is stones
And the rain never comes
Despite the clouds

Remember me
Recall the song
I was here
And you were gone

It is appropriate to say thanks
To All who have bumped into me
To All that I bumped into
For without you, I would not
Know who I am  

Grateful to all who stopped me
Thanking all who aroused a confusion
Believing we were destined to meet up
For without you, I would not
Know who I am

Conscience is busy configuring
Of thoughts, words and deeds
with or without purpose
For without them, I would not
Know Who I am

Overlapping with those of others
Is my conscience, I realize
Indebted to be of service
This I know
For without others, I would not
Know Who I am

Having known this unavoidable
exchange of influences
It would be futile
To move on without bowing
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am

I take a knee before you
With open arms
Imploring to let us be in peace
In all our dealings
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am

To live life without living is a tragedy in itself
To go through the motions because you have to is also a tragedy in itself

In her beauty I found my grace
In her hopes I found my dreams
In her smiles I found my joy
In her tears I found my despair