Media is a constant reminder

that we are living in a scary world !

kidnappings, rapes and robbery,

violence, drugs and poverty,

and where confort and harmony

only exist as a fantasy

in a world led by agresivity.

A small change at one place

can result in large difference,

and evolve from its original base

in a further state at distance.

Browsing life’s dusty files,

the archives of all that happened,

our memories can span the miles

and be right there in just one second.  





Distance never separates people,

but it brings us all together,

makes us realize we’re equal

and that our roots are not a tether.



But it’s always hard facin’ goodbyes

at any time… to people or places…

to know, while deeply lookin’ in their eyes,

you’ll never see again their faces.

I carry you on my lips, which can’t recover
from the wounds made by the sweet venom
of the taste of yours, when one thing or another
is trying their bond to riven.
But my conscience seem to hover,
in those moments we discover
own banned corner of heaven.

I carry you in my arms, when a pale ray of sun
teases us through the window,
from the whole world, we are remiss
and our joys merged into one.
With your hands around my waist:
a new day has just begun
and life dissolve its liquer of bliss
in my mornin coffee’s taste.

Tomorrow,



you didn’t prolong my happiness…

you let it be drifted by sorrow streams

and when the night left with its darkness,

I lost the whole kingdom of my dreams.



And please, save me from normality,

keep my dreams,my world of fantasy

and let them have the same intensity

when they will turn into reality.

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“The cards are shuffled by destiny… and we play! “

…

Is life a matter of chance?

Are we standing in a trance,

led by some unwritten plots

and then connecting the dots?

…

But do we even wonder

where future’s going under?

Is it luck, or is it fate?

And the lifepath we create

is it built on our guesses

or are we guided by GPSs?

…

And in the end, what is an instant?

a clock beat? or is it different?

Will our acts form our history

or they’re just cards of destiny?