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Over the fresco

sometimes into the darkness breaks the mooon and the things that the sun said seem a great dissonance magic flowers in gardens will grow up and the leaves of the ancient trees after flying will fall to the ground with no doubts sometimes we try to claim so hard and wait until another signal comes in front of us when pleadings won't smell like whys and reminiscence will be in the oldest vault without a key somewhere over the playground we'll all dance and the pleadings will sort out the conflicts beeing happy again through the time through the time where candles burn the curtains or in the deep blue sea where people live united and everything's split where wind looks like a perfume and guide us to the date where humans show compassion and help in every way if happy little children dream beyond the rainbow why, oh why can't we? somewhere into the space-time we'll be sure and we'll walk it barefooted giving our best to th...

Seaside

we spend too much time on illusions we try to be happy in our lifes we don't realize we are so lucky but we can celebrate and have fun you showed me one day how to do it and i'm asking if this is the chance again the confussion is coming again we are playing with fire the wind blows the stars in the darkness and time is escaping the past we look at each other with brightness but the moon goes to bed very fast i hope we can find the surprises and will take a walk on the sand because now we are talking because it's never that bad

Beverages

silent voices after midnight dirty broken little tongues any medicine prescripted just a bit of golden love mix of cinnamon with lemon such a warming beverage only 2 dots between thousands only stupid craziness path designed in a desert artic monkeys breaking through honeymoon with no oranges do you know how hard are you? tell me dear if you can teach me cause i don't need now any help would be fresh to read and learn it would you bring me more new games? let's say yes, andiamo bella theres a cute place close to hell we can find the gorgeous pleasure we can stop with the research

All around & mirrorless

i see you everywhere in every corner every step you are the poison you are the devil you are sunglasses and short hair you are yellow you are orange of course you are brunette you dance you drink you are travelling my veins i close my eyes with the force providing help but all i see after praying is your reflexion everywhere

The pending poem

we have a pending coffee in a little store warm and gentle we have pending presents maybe once maybe eleven we'll get them at some point we have a pending story in a not written book a walkable script we owe us the pleasure the brightness of midnight a couple of wings

Apresta

añejas historias de mentiras nimias que para nada urge explicar negocio del gobierno de la mente burdas rácanas pesquisas de inventar estirpe de turbios pensamientos envueltos de estupidez fatal miserias alegría frialdad hambre metamorfosis del ser pródigo dadivoso

Although & the roaming

although if you were not there it always kept going on nothing delicious at night fights in wonderland roaming aimless skies ripping circumstances a shining bright into the dark a hard blowing wind behind it never waited for anybody a bunch of conceivings explaining to somewhere else nails and silence quitting competitions journey to comfort walk even if yes or even not vancancies anymore

Con llagas y a lo loco

un día cualquiera entre siestas recordó como amar y aunque allí lo encontrarás le dijeron ya pasó aquí contigo y de eso se trataba volvió a recordar aunque ya lo sabía que eso así funciona que amar significa dejar ir significa caminos divergentes concluir y continuar y recordar aunque duela las vivencias manteniéndolas a flor de piel con llagas y a lo loco

Paticonomía

simpático y con pático acrobático parasimpático para pompático y quita pático telepático feldespático anti e-pático y apático espástico y obviamente alopático

Wherever

i didn't belong i couldn't mend the torn and i didn't make questions i drank to the pope talking toward walls and i followed the road i took my old suitcase thumbs up and i sold all my pictures i did believe i promise i've got good reasons i killed proudly the beast restoring peace in kingdom i went to the mountains and built my own farm i owe some hectares ain't hungry this time

Parallels

it will pass but if it won't then what? it will burn will be smoke but it will travel it will die or will return who knows? it will scream it will shut up it will be parallel

Mi nada más

marcharme de allí y de aquella forma abrió un agujero negro algo cambió nada era igual tal vez fue lectura errónea no sé y me arrepiento muy mucho de no haberte dado otro abrazo otro beso de cogerte fuerte y suave de la mano de decirte que eras especial tal vez lo más especial y lo siento lo siento mucho y fuerte muy fuerte pero nunca creí tu "hasta nunca" y puede que hablara el miedo aunque nunca te confesases aunque la misa decías no era cosa tuya mi alegría está siempre contigo y nada más que amor te profeso

The nice nothing

i fell and i had to get up didn't know how or if i could but i tried i fell and didn't even realized the debts the doubts all i wanted to say and how i missed it i left between sorrys with poor goodbyes and i'd been forgetting something something nice and complex i lost my soul, my blues and my folks but i gained again the nice nothing

Pardals

ara que el rovell ha fet partir-se les cadenes alliberant tots els presos a presó ara que no calen més les reixes que no manquen les paraules trovador ara que apostrofes les vesprades entre càntics de sirena i de tauró ara que dibuixes linies rectes compra't una esquadra i cartabó ara que la música fa festa i tots estem de cara al foc no demanes més desitjos no et traeixes altre cop ara que pululen les lluernes mentre altra lluna ix al balcó veste'n a jugar amb les rialles ves i torna a escriure una cançó ara que la ploma va ventada entre tantes fermes rescissions apunta't a la clàusula i als termes que et permeten tindre a voltes la raó ara, diuen, que s'acaba però sempre és una eterna transició canvia't el barret i la tabarda torna sense préstecs a ser llop ara que recorres noves sendes velles o no velles tant se val lladra cada nit amb les ovelles lladra per evitar-lis cap mal ara que no queden més triangles ves i quadra el cer...

L'espenta

no hi ha racons on amagar-me no hi ha escapatòria ni habitacions que em protegixquen no hi ha sostre prou gran ni forat prou profund ni parlar-ne d'armadures no hi ha llum prou potent ni foscor suficient ni llunes prou plenes no és no i sempre ha sigut no i ni tan sols he començat no sabria com ni si sóc capaç en realitat però m'espenta no tinc dubtes o en tinc massa com explicar-te... sols calia un passet valent i alegre una espenteta