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Edinburgh II

As I watch your silhouette fading away through the airport’s door,
I stumble down on my knees,
I play music, I cry like a baby because you’re not here with me anymore,
and probably you never will be.
An Atlantic distance between the two of us,
I know, it would make it a challenge.
As spring explodes in the shadow of the castle,
I sit alone in the sun you’ve seen,
as a dog barks and old souls hope for a better future.
Though spring is here for me it’s still September,
flowers bloom only on Arthur’s Seat.
People and stories go by,
and I can only think of you, of your sweet smile,
of your accent while speaking,
of the way you move when you show me things,
of your irresistible shyness.
Then a crossroad,
the drunk night of feelings,
and you already plan your next trip.
I see the green meadows in the sunshade,
I see us, holding hands, walking peacefully
creating the seed of infinite.
A dream, an illusion,
while life leads us astray,
and I still can recall your voice,
that fragile moment before it disappears in the flow.
And then I plan, I try to figure out what could I do,
to be that special man, to be the privileged,
who could kiss you under the castle’s hill.

Gravity

Quietly stealing time,

from a stream of consciousness,

which leads me to an unknown shore,

adrift.

 

You and your thoughts,

laughing at the sea,

open the door for a little while,

fear the sound of silence.

 

Gravity,

come crash my voice,

in a nifty resonance.

And the bottle of wine is poured out,

while my feet flee.

 

Away.

Away from my mirror.

I will fly, exhausted, till my will is strong enough.

Gravity. Words are fallinʼ.

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Compassion

Nothing but telling stories,
in the blurry sunset of this foggy day,
please show me some compassion,
let me slide in the space between,
letters appearing in the white,
it’s the best thing I can do,
please show me some compassion,
while I’m stuck in my little space,
aside, aside, push me aside,
losing love, anger grows,
no chances on the horizon,
wounded hearts can change,
walking on the shore,
sunset, red sun, wishing words,
please show me some compassion,
tell me that you wanna go home.

Yellow Light

Still believing to the sentences we shared,
I can’t give up this dream of mine.
I find myself dreaming of you,
while I cut the rope that keeps your boat anchored to my port.
I will greet your shadow sailing to a silver destiny,
I will wave my hand to say goodbye to the hope you were to me.

Please go away fast,
but don’t forget about me.
I won’t forget about you, and what we’ve shared under the two moons.
And all I wish is still to wake up in your arms,
the place where I would have liked to stop.
There inside it’s so warm and cozy.

There, inside your arms, a secret heaven that’s mine no more.
I’ve seen all the colors in your eyes,
the shape of your shadow, blinding in the heat of the summer night.
I will keep this yellow light on for you,
so in case you’ll come back, you’ll find your way home.
Shine, yellow light. Spread what’s left to hope.

Sailing Away

On a river,

The sun is setting red,

Carrying my emotions on a rising moon.

Darkness surrounds me,

And I’m deep into sadness.

Alone, weepin’.

A choir of voices keeps my mind open,

While I sail far away from my world,

Wishin’ to find a holding hand for my sorrow.

A slow blade is cutting deep my flesh

Will I be able to hold this pain forever?

My hand is shakin’ for the chillin’ wind,

Forcing me to close my eyes.

Is this path safe?

Or is just drivin’ me to a waterfall?

A pitch dark deep hole in which I will lose my mind.

The ship won’t stop.

Nightfall.

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