Sunday, December 30, 2007

Little time in love


Little time

You try to forget
The first beat of love
And if you could drive
You would have driven away
To a happier place
To a happier day
That exists in your mind
And in your smile
You would escape
Just for a while

Little time

You feel hypnotized
You feel paralyzed
Like a cloud surfing the edge of the sea
Like a shadow hanged between earth and sky
Belongs to nowhere

Little time

Sensual, mysterious, something inside
Lose yourself
You will feel stranger and you will find yourself
Go and sell your soul
Lose control
Under the arms of satisfaction
Under the snow
White and silver
Heart of gold
But it is lost once autumn falls

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Paper Boat


The waves of our journey started moving
Here we are on my paper boat
I extended my sails flying in the high sky
Talking to the details of the breeze and the blows of wind
And from time to time I was rowing the foam of the sea
Throwing it to the tops of the successive waves
Which were carrying it to far shores
Like promising letters
Like scattered memories
While hope is still reflecting from the old pages of the sea
My journey goes on
Every minute we get older
And I am counting the minutes to reach my shore