SOLITUDE

It was in the big opera house where I realized
How big everything was, what a spectacle
Laughs, applauses, muffled sounds that night
Foreign sounds, incomprehensible
And it was me, right there in the middle
looking around at the surrounding souls
Faces without expressions
Were they happy? Were they laughing? Why?
All eyes pointing toward an empty performance
Who was there? What were they doing?
Soft light from a monstrous spider
Hanging from a ceiling painted in gold
What were those strange figures doing up there?
It’s getting cold
One by one they make their way out
Where are they going? Why are they living?
The show is not over, I don’t want it to be
I have seen nothing, it’s not fair
What has just happened?
Give me my money back!
But I can’t speak, anyway
There is a thick rope falling from up there
It is trapping me by the neck and pulling upwards
The metallic spider is moving now, it’s alive
It is trying to strangle me very fast
I do not resist, everybody’s gone now
An empty stage, an empty theater
And I’m ready to die.

VERY DIFFERENT/HATEFUL CREATURES OF THE DARK

They are different
Not just fearless, but in rage
Not just outspoken, but disrespectful
Not just unloving, but hateful
Hateful creatures of the dark

They are different
Closed-minded in a mini-gadget world
Vulgar ignorants of their own heritage
Despicable animals without any manners or taste
Creators of a jungle as grey as their soul
Sad members of a decadent society
Vile parasites destroying a pure core
Hateful creatures in the dark

They are different
Irreversible in history, it hurts to look back
Incapable of creating a better life
They have decided to eliminate what is good and real
Convinced in burning what was once called love
Hateful creatures in the dark

Yes, they are different
They are very different.

IT’S ONLY A TREE

It is just a tree
It doesn’t matter that it takes me back in time
When as a kid my father opened that door
Coming back from Grandma’s house
It was snow white but with new bright colors
Inviting a party in the living-room.
It is just a tree
It doesn’t matter that it was very absent
For a bunch of years, maybe more
Everywhere in the city there was one for me to remember
All the things that they meant for everybody else.
The one who postponed those happy feelings
Because I just thought it was just a tree
The one that was there when I was very empty
No matter how beautiful, how colorful it was
It was just too painful to watch and to live around it
When he packed and moved far, far away.
It is just a tree
Now more than forever
My life is so big that I can hardly see
One more ornament I can get every year
To celebrate and be thankful for what I have and can be
But it’s only a tree.

GOLDEN CAGE WIDE OPEN

I just opened the cage and waited
It won’t fly out right away
It will turn once and once again until finding
Freedom is a choice that has to be made.

I just opened the cage and waited
It won’t fly out right away
Delicate young feathers, you can make it
I trust your judgment without despair.

I just opened the cage and waited
It won’t fly out right away
With tearing eyes that show just fear
Freedom can be painful, I know that well.

I just opened the cage and waited
It won’t fly out right away
It will take sometime but finally leaving
Leaving me staring to an empty cage.

LOSING MY RIGHTS

If I lose my right to walk freely
I will always have you to take me and go
If I lose my right to fly
I will always have you to levitate me in heaven.

If I lose my right to create
I will always have your hand to express my feelings
If I lose my right to dream
I will always close my eyes knowing you’re there.

But if I loose my right to love you
To walk hand in hand with you
To fly straight into your arms
To write about my feelings for you . . .
It won’t make sense to keep on going
I must sink myself into the abyss
Of having nothing else to say
Nothing more to dream
Because I will know then that for me
You won’t be there anymore.

WHITE AND POWERFUL

Powerful and white
white and still powerful
Years I’ve spent under your domain
Fat or skinny still white still powerful
Ruling my life for years now and more to come
Sour, I don’t know I can’t taste you
I still swallow your being for you to perform
Just ignoring your poison and taking what it’s worth
To keep me alive, to keep me going
To keep controlling how I live
Powerful and white
I can’t let you go
It will kill me If I abandon you
You will poison me if I don’t
How white can be so black
And still light my black tunnel
I live because of you
I survived because of both of you
I wen’t broke because you’re breaking me
and still it is my choice, white and still powerful
To decide if one day
I just should let you go.