Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose to live with my anxious self I cannot spare the sea that’s obvious And I cannot escape from the malicious Boredom of life I also cannot live without my loneliness And that is fine in some way Because I am looking for stars in the roads And I only realize the full absence of stars from the walking avenues The sky believe what I am saying but he insist to keep the stars on his body like a holy tattoo and that is fine in some way
because I certainly don’t want to see the stars under the lost footsteps of the avenues forgotten pioneers Sometimes I wonder how am I suppose To built the ship of my destiny How am I suppose to fit the lyrics With my poem Unfortunately I don’t have the answer And this tell me that maybe I cannot finish the ship which can take me to the land of tomorrow Sometimes a blind poet come into my dreams And try to make me one of his lyrics He realize of course that I cannot sing and he also knows that I cannot be a poet but he also knows that I could give
everything if I could be the Ulisses of my life even for a minute if I could follow the road for my Ithaki…