FIFTY

Fifty, what a number
I’m scared, a year away
Fifty, what a number
So hard to see, so hard to feel
Fifty, what a number
Then I close my eyes
Waiting for the inevitable
Wishing to defy gravity
Knowing it’s impossible
Sooner or latter it will be fifty
Fifty, what a number
No fifty kisses, no fifty roses
Not even fifty smiles, all of them leaving marks
Not even fifty cries, there were more . . . way more sad.
A life without glory, only scars
Fifty scars may be
Fifty, oh what a number
Because it is not just fifty, but my fifty
Fifty, what a number
And I’m so scared a year away.

TWENTY FOUR HOURS

Twenty four hours
Was the time between uS
End of an era beginning of anotheR
Nothing will separate us, I belong to yoU
Time to be together, no more playing solO
Young love as it is, we will create an ark as NoaH
For us to navigate a sea of love togetheR
On us the valour to love, and me and yoU
United in desire, love that never says nO
Reborn after each fight, never be ofF
Hand in hand, we will walk silentlY
Orbiting our own world lets just forgeT
Unhappy times when we decided to take actioN
Resolution to travel and become onE
Solution after we commit and voW
Twenty four hours . . . saluT.

ZOE, BEAUTIFUL CREATURE

As little as you can be
As light as a feather
Sweet like pure sugar
That hasn’t been refined
You opened your big eyes and smiled at me
Grabbing my thumb and pulling me closer to your heart
As little as you can be
As light as a feather
Fragile, tiny thing in my big arms
Still you know and trust
I will hold you with care
While I cradle you and look how you move
Those small, shaky and uncontrollable dances of yours
And I start smiling back at you
Feeling you even closer to my heart
And while I hold tight closer
I also dance to your rhythm
And think how beautiful you are
As little as you can be
And light as a feather.

FAMILY VALUES

Long gone are those years
When I thought they were wrong
When I thought I was right
Long gone the answers back
The fights and tantrums
And that teenager who was always pissed off
‘Cause nobody could understand
What he was trying to say
What he was trying to be
That same teenager now smiles back at me, sadly
How late I’ve learned what mother said was right
And father said ‘cause do what I always said
Never ever repeat what I do or have done
When was it that I got those values
Why do I cherish what I always denied
Why is it so much harder to me
That back then it was for my parents
To understand the youth of these new years
To believe that it is real when they don’t care
To see them destroy what it took me so long to build
To start over wrong into a dark future
To think they know without haven’t lived the life
To stamp a bad word without hesitation
When they refuse to even hear what I have to say
Why can’t they see they will feel like me in a near future
Opening their minds to what’s really important
Family values and family itself
When they are gone and it’s too late
It could have happened and happened earlier
Those values that we think we create
Those values older than mother Earth
Those same values that were there from the beginning
Those same values that should stay with us forever
Before its too late
Before they go away.

LIES

It doesn’t matter when
It doesn’t matter where
It doesn’t matter how
If you lie to me I will notice
If you lie to me I will remember
Getting hurt I will close my eyes and feel the pain
And I will ask a question I could never answer
Why and what was the need for it
And at the end of the road you will find out
Why lies are more hurtful than hurtful truth itself
When there’s awkward silence to avoid the fight
Let pass lie after lie and it becomes a habit
A vicious cycle impossible then to break
When you do it once you will do it again
And then without you even noticing
That will become your way of life
And then without you even noticing
Your life will only be
That little lie you thought didn’t matter
A big lie that just started a long time ago
Now it doesn’t matter when
Now it doesn’t matter where
Now it doesn’t matter how
What really matters is that I still remember
Because today it still hurts the same
Because today I still can’t answer why
Or even what was the need for it.

WHEN LOVE MATERIALIZES

There is a strange feeling when love materializes
That warm sensation of being protected
That desperate state of openness and vulnerability
That controversy of thinking the “what if’s”, the “how come”, the “why me”
There is a strange feeling when love materializes
That untouchable sensation of being in ecstasy
That uncontrollable state of mind with palpitations
That incomprehensible happiness and desire of being there, together, forever
That’s how I feel around you,
Even in those days when storms seem to want to stay
Even when you look down and walk away
Love materializes
Because hidden under my iron armor
Protected by a lion’s roar
Love is still there, installed to stay eternally
An eternity that seems unthinkable without you
Love materializes
When you look back at me
When you forgive me for my missteps
When you hold my hand to walk together
When you kiss me by surprise
And completely out of the blue
You say one more time:
I love you.

DRY

It is hard to look at
My image in the mirror
Getting dry, getting old
He’s another man and not me
I’m the kid that still thinks he can play
Have fun times with friends and laugh
Be happy with a whole life ahead
Run, dance, travel and keep moving forward
Live young, live healthy, and live well
The image in the mirror lives in hell
Decomposing time every second
Peeling his carcass rotting in pain
No, that’s not me
I’m the one who is getting younger
Committing to a full life again
Making new mistakes
Starting over backwards
Exchanging a smile for each tear
Trying new steps trying to be impressive
Jumping with happiness to a new beginning
And yet you are staring at me
You, decrepit old parchment
Who has lost the life of living in plenitude
Who is dying with envy of not being young anymore
Dry image in the mirror it is your time to die
To let me go to enjoy my new life
A life I have chosen far away from you
To be young, to be happy
To please my heart’s desires
To relinquish to my real age
And to try something new.