How does It feel,

To be there and not found?

To find me,

and never find out?

You Bring me in

and Brought me out.

To not see and hear your little one shout?

To fly and to stay,

To the dessert, and live there to decay?

will you be a man of your words?

Will you mean what you meant?

Hear me father for I can now speak...

With this small voice,

let your stone cold heart hear me weep. . .

SO RENDERED
Adjust the brightness and contrast of the light,
with a magic wand you can select whatever you like,
crop the pieces and merge it together,
change the hue and remember the feather. . .

blur the mistakes and sharpen the lines,
burn the the corners and dodge the shadows,
the things we do to minimize the imperfection,
is a great reflection of what we see behind every mirror. . .

To Grasp something that is invisible to the eye,

to caress what is intangible and naked to the touch,

to grip the air with all your might,

and find nothing there,

to step upon a shadow and hold it captive,

to whisper a secret in a bottle so no one else would know it,

to love the unknown,

to show what you can't show,

to create your own world. . .blindfolded,

to be left handed in a world of the right-handed,

to be what they limit you to be. . .

to be reborn every now and then.

must be. . .

The black is turning silver,
your flesh is getting paler,
the joy is now minimized
this is the day we realize. . .

don't let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

the dawn is half past dead,
and now we don't have anything to unload in our head,
maybe our time is nearly over,
or we just begun to turn our ends motor.

we wont let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

lets play our old toys,
and swing our swings,
'till we see what we already saw,
lets make it all clear just before we go. . .

we will never let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

There In the middle of nowhere
We find ourselves side by side in a comfy sofa chair,
We didn't know how we got there,
but we don't really care.

Looking forward but not looking back,
what does this mean?
are we on the right track?

There In the middle of nowhere
We find ourselves side by side in a comfy sofa chair,
We didn't know how we got there,
but we don't really care.

Sunday morning. . .


You'll hear oldies on the radio,
while your woman cooks your microphone.
The siren screaming "get away from here!"
the Aud lang syne is in your ears,
It changes overtime, and this is not a drill.


The moment of silence is more important,
than a series of bombing for the innocent. . .
The running chariot of insolence,
heading it's way inside my head and blowing it!


Saturday have just arrived,
The nightly calm and lullabies.
Yesterdays home is now long gone. . .
my father shot himself with a two barrel shotgun. . .


The moment of silence is more important,
than a series of bombing for the innocent. . .
The running chariot of insolence,
heading it's way inside my head and blowing it!