Lilacs and daisies

The notebook of life is near the end
and still I bleed, everyday, a little
just to know that I'm alive.
A random collection of feelings,
a rainbow entwined in dark clouds,
the lilac memories of my sorrows
punctuated by yellow daisies,
getting all together for the final festival.

Old people will always be old
as young will always stay young,
that is the power of memories
when they fade into black & white.
Friends and family that become photos,
washed out by the hasty river of time.
Then nothing remains, only void lingers.

the cinematic orchestra - to build a home

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills...
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home...

Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me......


Cause, I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust....

Dying slowly

The World has lost its grace,
everything is seen and discovered,
imagination has been turned into boredom
and everyone's thinking of another.

We force ourselves to please others
our whole lives complex as a relish
and dying slowly is what you do
because they would perish
if you decided for shooting yourself.

The bittersweetness of life
is the same as the bittersweetness of death,
and the branches of the trees that waver
resemble an arm saying goodbye to a wife
when she knows they haven't actually met.

It is the daunting feeling that surprises you
and fills you with doubt in your mind,
no one will ever try to find
the person you really are inside.

So nevermind the truth and nevermind it all,
just turn yourself mute
and join everyone else in the same fall.
Because sometimes, even knowing it's all vain
and we're always on the deadline's edge,
it takes a long time to end
and then there won't be even one friend.