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I wonder why I am so happy now
I don't feel like a stranger at all
So far away from home
Seems like I am finally at home

revelations

This is a very stange feeling that I have
When I'm walking in the street
Or waiting for a bus, or climbing the stairs
Even at home, especially while looking into the mirror
I can almost hear the popping sound
Of a wish coming true
I am beautiful...

last minute confessions

You are so stuck in my mind
I keep dreaming of a possible reunion
How things could be different
Then again, probably not...

Why did I throw away
All those things I wrote
Why did I hide my face
Or was I unable to speak
Ever time you were nearby?

Insecurity and fear
Blur my vision sometimes
They mess with my reason
Just the same way as desire...

calling for trouble

Beautiful child with magical smile
You make me feel old
You make me feel foolish
You make me feel odd...
I can't stay away, yet I must!

I wish I could reach you
But my words are so weak
Because, actually I'm a selfish, dishonest thing
Because I don't really care what you think
I only improvise to keep you by my side
And so I keep talking and talking...

Beautiful child with baby smile
You'll grow up one day, and care less
I know, he was just like you once
You are so shy know, so unsure about yourself
If I was just a tiny bit more evil
I would... no nothing at all
But please, I beg you, don't look at me like that
You are wearing off the only sanity I have left...

Deja-vu

It's a lovely day
I feel more beautiful than ever
Fortune seems to smile upon me...
I think big big trouble is on the way!

Unfinished

What if I see you again?
With autumn leaves in your eyes
What if you speak to me
Harsh winds haunting your voice
What did you do with your life
To whom did you open your heart
Did you grow up, did you learn to forgive
Did you forget what you used to call me?
Did you think about me, once,
When you were alone at night?
Did it crossed your mind to reach out for me,
Even if you know that this is not an option anymore?
If not, my beautiful friend, let's just do the small talk
Let's talk about the weather, and about our daily lives
Best wishes to your girlfriend, I hope she is OK,
And yeah, he is fine, too, thanks for asking,
Oh, isn't it late, don't let me keep you,
And please, let me go my way...

Not for the fainthearted

I wish I could find the best words to depict your beauty,
Or form the sentences that would exactly translate
How I feel, when you are just in front of me.
The pleasure of watching your lips move as you talk
Imagining how they would taste, holding my breath...
Being then totally distracted by the veins,
Slightly visible beneath the smooth skin of your neck
Following them under your shirt, in my mind,
Along the most perfect collar bone
And down, on the roundness of your shoulders...
While my imaginary fingertips slowly discover
All the details of your skin, of your statuesque body,
My imaginary lips and tongue are busy
assigning the matching flavors, simultaneously.
Then you suddenly stop speaking and ask me
What I am thinking about, "am I boring you?"
you say, with some annoyance in your voice.
I could try to tell you the truth, probably.
I just don't think you would take it so well, after all...

Drunk Talk

It's spring here in the city
And we are having fun!

Pass me the bottle, dear friend
And what was that joke again?
Oh yes, me too, I am afraid
But what's the point, you know
The future is at least months ahead

Yes I miss him, yes I miss him, too
Yes, I am angry and frustrated
With my pitiful self, still
But the night is young, so is the season
So are we, and maybe not for long

Don't you think that I dream of his eyes?
Eyes are the door to the soul, someone said
Oh, please, there is no such thing as soul
Beautiful eyes though, a beautiful blue

Then again there is the story with the lips
There are so many stories with them
All having an annoying question mark
Hanging around, 'what if...'
One day I'll carve each one of them
From all the pictures I still keep
And look if they match, they probably will...
All except one, of course
But yeah, love is sacred, I know that
Just tell me then, what about the lips?

Sorry, I got distracted again
Yes, the passing girl was lovely, indeed
How about if we open the next bottle?
Shouldn't we move closer to the music yet?
Let the past sleep in its cave
Let the future stay where it is
Over the mountains, over the ocean, whatever
Let's have a little fun, while we still can

mind games

Looking for clues, aren't they?
Well, that's why I am doing it anyway
Leaving little secret messages around
Pretending they are important...

Silence

I have nothing to say...
Except that... I miss you...
That I feel lost, hurt, broken...
Like someone, secretly
carved a hole in my chest
and filled it with pebbles afterwards
I struggle to breathe, yet I seem to fail
It's like suffocating in the open air...
No, wait, I haven't said any of that!
I'm fine, it's OK!
I live on anyway
Well, you know, I have nothing to say...

I am not at home

Don't knock on my door these days
Don't come looking for me
I am not at home
Stuck inside my own head
Trying too hard to forget
Unstable, doubtful, upset
I am not at home

love your troubles

Today I had a moment of enlightenment
While stepping out of the ferry, all of a sudden
Everything seemed so clear
'Sometimes, you just have to hit the road'
Whispered a voice in my ear
And I walked home, hoping that feeling to
disappear, before I get there...
Sometimes, a solution is not what you long for
It's carrying the problem around
And trying to find a way to live with it
That's what keeps us going
Because, in the end, it's your best friend,

your uttermost achievement

the problem you hitherto cultivate...

I am NOT what you think I am

Come to me, wherever you are
Sit by my side, tell your story
I ran out of mine, some time ago
Your voice, soft and sweet
Like the one of October's
I have no words to comfort you
No hands to caress, no eyes to cry
No energy at all, to try to ease your pain
But time, I have plenty...

I will listen to you, like no one else ever did before
I will listen to the words, unspoken
Thoughts, unsaid, places and people, long forgotten
You'll find a deep well in my eyes,
Or a mirror, revealing more than just your reflection
But beware, as I never forget
So neither will you...

when the tide comes in

Standing just in front of the precipice
Looking down, getting dizzy
Looking up, losing hope
One more step and all pain is over
Or maybe it'll all just start

Love, it's not about you
Don't look at me with those big, beautiful eyes
Don't talk to me with those soft, sweet words
You're just making it worse

Standing face down to the grass
Listening it grow, lost in thoughts
There is a beehive in my head
A heavy stone in my heart

Beauty have lost its sparkle
And success is nothing but a word now
Just a concept, floating around
Well, both are capricious mistresses anyway
Never ever to be trusted

Balancing on a sharp edge
Will I fly or will I fall?
There are hard decisions to be made
There will be prices to be paid
For now, I just close my eyes and walk...

losing track

ein schöner Tag zum Sterben

Don't ask me about the weather
Don't talk about those little things
As if there is nothing unusual

-The ocean got crazy, whole cities are being destroyed
Aliens attacking, the sky is all covered
Earthquakes, erupting volcanoes, all at once
Don't you know how hard I struggle not to cry out?-

Don't ask me about the flowers
They died of drought, of loneliness
Everything dies, even hopes do
What do you expect, more cheerful lines?

-The storm comes and goes
The sea is always the same
But what about the shore?-

Don't keep me awake at night
I have nothing but dreams now
Don't whisper in my ear anymore
I'm tired of broken promises

-There is a face I always see
When I accidentally close my eyes
I am afraid even to blink now
Such beauty must be dangerous!-

Who is the cat, who is the mouse
Trapped in a cage of delusions
Waiting for a heart attack...