They are tearing away my home
removing one piece at time.
In few days
some other people
will make a life of their own
in the place i still call my home.

And I will have to continue my life elsewhere...

Here I am again
less confussed
and older
but in this new place
trying to make it
my own.

Would I rather be
with someone that feels
cozy and warm,

or someone that
feel like thrill
and fire
and smells like
mint and waterfalls.

I wonder why untried things have a certain charm.

Wouldnt it be nice
to have a reallity
where all the people
close to my heart
would be close to my body?

I wouldnt have to choose
a country becaouse
each one I'd lived in
has a significant part of my heart

I imagine it would be nice
feeling at home
and not always feeling like
there is a piece missing out.

Becaouse right now, I feel homesick even at home.

I'm sick of being
the stranger,
the daughter,
the neighbour,
the friend,
the sinner or
the saint.

This time I wanna be a lover

I tried to love you,
profondly,
with all my heart.
You deserve a home
and a warm hug.

Do not mistaken,
I want a home for you;
not just a house.
The one thing you've long lost
and longed for ever sice.

I'm sorry...
I couldn't fall inlove with you
fiercely
head over heals
But I still love you
with all my heart.

We are all clay,
formless and
smooth.

Life sculps us
with punches
and grips
and floods.

Life walks all over us
until we turn
rough,
cracked
and dry.