Dusk and dawn

Dim lights paving the way
Wonder and joy sparkling all over
Here comes the night

And the darkness fades away
When the sun rises
Blessed bolt, awakening thunder

East and West
North and South
The center lies still as it always has and always will

Corners

A million corners exist for a thousand people

When the road each one chooses

Lies ahead with dim lighting

Oh, spinning world

So (too) much a rhombus with faint edges

Valley

Oh valley, sweet valley
Why do you hide between the mountains?
If I were shaped as you

Would I feel the warmth of the sun?

When the light shines and strikes directly

Do you believe it will last forever?

Can you capture the beams through the mountains?

Mountain, valley, mountain

There are no plains lying around

For us to stay (put)

Be

Be free
Be wild
Be gentle
Be kind

Follow the river named
(by and after you)
Caress the stream
Draw your path
Make it to the banks when you need

You are what lies between
The mountain top and the base of a hill
The ground and the stars
You and yourself, many years from now
Be, forever, unique

The world is ours

Outfitted with a travel guide
Or simply set out to wander
You can come with me
Let's fly, ride and drive
We can

discover
see
change

the world, as one

Treetop

While the wind blows, I watch its power

The leaves bend to its will, and so do the branches

Those on the treetop stand straight and will not fall

They might want to fly, but they have roots to answer to

I know you are there

I can feel the warm reflection of my words on yours
I believe that the light ahead is not only a mirage
I see you here, there and everywhere
And even if I stumble, I will not fall

I know you are there

Tentative lyrics for a song

Give me a reason to listen and
Find the hidden words in the sentences

Bringing the sound
Making it clear
Playing around

Can these verses be what you will hear?
Or will the tune tear it apart?
All syllables left behind

Believing

When I say
When I do
When I feel
When I smile
When I frown

Believe in me: that is me.
Believe in us: this is us.

We,
As one (and brighter that the Sun),
Shine.

When your head hurts

When your head hurts

Deep in your sleep

Shallow in your day

Don't stop; keep on

thinking

walking

imagining

feeling

dreaming

Wind gusts

Your hair sparks a revolution

In the air that the sound wants

But, oh!, the wind blows

Trying to finding peace of mind

Inside a gust that you don't allow

You, your hair, the sound and wind

All together (now) flow

Bittersweet

The bittersweet flavor stems
From the blowing wind
Like the smoke in the air
Fleeing from the dust

Recalling the distance and the mysterious (in)difference,
The action follows and is followed by the reaction
A sense of belonging appears
Making one feel as if there is no chance of fitting

Believing that what will happen
Or whether is there a purpose
Brings as hard a thought
As the laughter unexpectedly heard

Put me to the test and
There might be success or failure
For a while there might be movement
But for sure there will be evolution

Sharing

What should not be shared

When there are such strong feelings?

What is there to show without showing

When too much is never enough?

What is too little thus not worthwhile

When the smallest detail is stuck in the back of my head?

t r u s t

At a distance

So close and yet so far!

The voice over the distance,

Embarked on a journey and an adventure,

Speaks of the risk taken.

Taking and being taken for granted, 

From centimeters distance to hundreds of kilometers away,

Is just to be present while absent.

the chase, the thrill, the nostalgia, the struggle, the catch

Is there a limit?

Maybe,

there is a limit to where we see
there is a limit on who we mock
there is a limit for breaking (and entering)

But can you truly have a limit?

Imagining
Loving
Breathing

Smiling
Feeling

Going
Finding
Keeping
Burning
Wanting
Exploding

Staying

Living

Becoming

Becoming something
In the way she moves

Knowing how to become something
While she watches

Believing and

becoming

I find myself

I find myself reviewing
An event where rage
As strong and hard as never before
Overwhelmed every other feeling

Be it joy, envy or loneliness
There I was, hating every step
Of the process with neither
goal
nor
plan

I find myself with no means
To justify this end
Or this (re)start

Why and how or The dawn

Why is it so? How does it go?

We feel but

                    we slumber

                                         (though we never yawn)

Wake up! Here is my 

                                  dawn.

The room

Salut, says the man with the cigar on his mouth to himself

He tips the restaurant waitress that he carefully picked

Or the one he wishes he had before and can't dream enough about

Should he go, should he stay?

He goes. He sits at the bar and finds her picture in the bottom of

     a glass of whisky

     that is soon refilled, again

His suit tells him apart from most of the voices that won't shut up

     in his head

     in the bartender's head

     in the room's head

Pictures don't matter when you know

     the room. 

He's in love with the room.

The view

The view from the afternoon

Oh, sweet ignorance, blissful lazyness

The view from the night

Oh, utter despair

The view from the morning

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