Your Kiss inhales her Heart,
To touch by the edge of your Lips,
her Soul.

What if she gives you her smile again ?
Is she gonna feel for a while without pain ?

What if you put her in your dreams tonight ?
Is she gonna stay until it's bright ?

What if you offer her your heart ?
Are you never gonna be apart ?

What if you try to pacify the butterfly ?
Is she gonna want to fly with you ?

What if you share her the rest of your life ?
Are you gonna accept as you are each other ?

You are still right here and waiting for her,
You were both in, you hope not too much.

What if she is still ignoring you ?
Will you just walk away and say goodbye ?

You are both out, you fear too much,
Just keep breathing for a while.

Because she will be always your half,
In that souvenir of her sparkling smile.

Every feeling is a  complete existence in itself,
Endowed with an infinity of nuances,
In a fractal chaos of symbiosis,
More than a harmony,
A fusion of all,
In the same duration.
That intensity shared,
Inseparable in the uniqueness,
That ephemeral eternity,
Before forgetting itself.

A Daily missing ,
Feeling a different future,
Struggling against this instant,
Accepting this present time,
And this living otherwise.

Your happiness is in your weakness,
That you feel and that you abandon,
To believe and feed your hopefulness,
Could become a painful cross,
To have only one horizon,
No more boundaries to cross,
And no more cold season.

How could you say sorry,
Through shades of words hiding.
How could she forgive you,
And all the fears you bring.
Why she would give you one clue,
With all the tears of the untruth.
Look at this closely,
Beyond all that she can feel.
Tell her there's a place
Always as an empty space,
For life inside you to fill.

When you have only Love
It won't come to you
With the only resource
Than always believing.

You are unable to listen
The sound from her soul,
As a single word,
As a single reason,
And single relief,
To convince your broken heart.

So, you understand nothing
But the strength to love,
Don't keep it in your hope,
And cease to live in this painful world,
Because you have to love yourself before..

He needed someone
Who'd take good care
Probably that kinda woman
Gentle and Fair.

He deserved the best love
In this wild jungle
The one in the Fairy tales
With a beautiful smile.

He had a life
That was so perfect
He was a happy man
With a lovely child.

On one dark evening
He lost everything
He lived in trouble.

Every day he woke up but stumbles
But his life was not only shambles.
It was a fight to be alive.

He'll keep on dreaming
He's gonna stand up and praise the Lord
That nothing ain't never written in the stone.

That does not seem to have prices,
And nevertheless its weight has no equal.
That the paradox to find its reason,
To be freed by it and to move forward.
Beyond wounds and sadness,
To never fall in its contempt,
As a shout pushed by the nothingness.
In its moments faded,
To Learn how to uplift itself,
To provide further life opportunities,
To be able to forgive.

The way she came in,
She glanced at you,
She drank her black tea,
She smiles at you,
To change your Satori,
As a new awakening.

It makes you deeply sick in a lot of ways,
And makes you happy before sad always,
It keeps your eyes open everytime and overtime.

You see it in the steps it takes,
You hear it in the sounds it makes.
Falling in with joy and hope, is it still a crime ?

Remind you how both of you got this far,
Remind you how both of you fell apart,
Do you really want it and share more than a taste ?

Can you give it enough space in your heart again,
With that risk and maybe getting hurt again !
You sure don't mind,  you learned from your past.

Think about her,
Hold her hand,
Be her friend,
Watch the  Stars,
From the Dark to the Light.
Look at her,
From above,
From beyond.
See her smiles,
Memories of her warmth.
All the seasons are the same,
Forever thine,
Forever to shine,
The might of time.
Feel it,
From above,
From beyond,
Maybe you will never see her,
Seated so close to you.

It gets across the point if the earth really is alive,
If you were interviewing a butterfly,
Standing on the branch of an oak tree.
Now, a butterfly lives only for a few days
But an oak tree can live for over a thousand years.
If you were to ask the butterfly:
Do you precede the object of which your standing is being alive?
The butterfly would say: of course not. I've been here all my life
It is all five days, and the tree hasn't done a thing
Well, it's the same problem with the human being
If you would ask a person
Perhaps one that's lived for a hundred years
They precede the earth, which is really 5 billion years old, is being alive
They would say: of course not. I've been here my whole life, and it hasn't done a thing.
The earth really is alive.