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I stopped at the bus station
Hesitant
Confused emotion
Smiles were twisted with hidden imagination
Words could not come out
While my CD tracks are still playing
I left the bus station
Everything changes but my CD tracks are still playing
Same words
Same tones
My CD tracks are still playing
I remember, I forget and the Tracks go on playing.
The night kept fighting the day
The corners of the house tried to escape
All want to be
Despite the time
Despite the place
And I, I don’t belong
Neither to a homeland nor to the time
I am the wind which blows to steal the pollens to the folds of the fields
I am the foam of the sea which travels the oceans on the eyelashes of the waves
I am the light which touches the details of the day till the night comes, and then travels away to live in the silence of the days.
And after traveling all the way
I come back to my window
After the night has melted
And the day got tired
My journey goes on in the silence of the seasons
While I am not belonging to any origins.
I have devided my time into half decades
I have distributed my emotions into 100 pots
I am still in my first half decade
The 100 pots became a garden
The edges of the plants hug the sun
The roots of the trees twist the ground
I grow
And my shadow grows
I know
And my soul knows
Time though decided to freeze and never to go.
My world is made of transparent curtains
My people are shadows
And my world is mirage
I don’t grow and I will never go
Do you understand?
Do you see?
The curtains covering the dreams
As the vapor comes out of my hot cup of tea
And I travel with my thoughts to somewhere
I grow old
I draw my world
And surf the folds
I find no one but you as my gold
And before the tea gets cold
I realize that time took all my hope
I will not renew my contract with time
And keep waiting till you smile and say we won’t die.
Ever lasting ashes
Eternal shadow
Keeps wondering outside my room
Knocking the door in the night
Asking me if I am alright
And I reply good night
Before the dawn I wake up to start my fight
With the reflections of the memories
And the legends left behind
Every morning I drink my bitter tea
Watching the vapor and your old eyes
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
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
