"Ode" To My Family Sunday, October 18, 2009
Just wondering how someone can so easily disappear, completely vanishing into the absurd motionless steam of a computerized world.
Her e-mail is still waiting for my answer. What should I say?
I only ask myself why I have been so blind for such a long time. Always craving for her love, me, the little cousin from abroad.
No contacts for such a long time and yesterday that long and painful phone call.
Why did you choose my birthday to cut me with your knife of mistrust and suspicion?
I have my faults, I don't deny that. But it's not me that you should blame for the distance that keeps growing in our family. I just did not want to be judged or criticized again.
But you just don't listen.
I am tired of suffering for you all. I can't repair the damage anymore. Grandma and grandpa are not here now, to tell us how they love us. To keep us together.
I should start to handle with this.
And more than a thousand miles between us are not the real problem, even if sometimes it really is.
I am tired of speaking in a different language. And I'm not just talking about our local idioms.
You just can't understand me. I guess you never did.
You don't even imagine how deep I have become, and not for choice.
And how I long for a big strong family tree.
You should have known, if only you had read my voice.
Venice - The Family Tree [Lyrics]
(Live at the Royal Carré theatre in Amsterdam)
Twins Monday, October 05, 2009
A warm rush, all of a sudden. It shakes me inside.
I know it's you.
Can't tell anyone, they would just laugh at me and say: Are you crazy, or something?
Maybe mine are just fantasies...
But I think I know when you're thinking about me.
When tears reach my eyes without any reason, when I feel this mysterious warmth inside and this restless instinct of running with the wind, maybe you've just seen or felt something you would have shared with me.
Strange, isn't it?
Twins.
I know we are.
Who cares about blood?
Soundtrack: Naked As We Came - Iron And Wine
She says "wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard
She says "If I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
Silent Stupidity Saturday, October 03, 2009
Me Talking To Myself
You're asking yourself too many questions, can't you see?
Some kind of magic just can't be read under the light of enlightment.
Slowly, memories confuse me with present spots of silent stupidity.
Alas!
Soundtrack: Smooth Operator - Sade
May This Winter... Friday, October 02, 2009
Stuck here while I'd wish to be walking around the world consuming my 'brand old shoes', I wonder where you are and how's it going.
Like a human statue along La Rambla, I seem to stand still.
But inside me an ocean flows in multicoloured rows and reaches you all, just waiting for a sign of your attention.
May this winter be warm at heart,
may our special bond always keep us strong.
From me to you, with love.
Soundtrack: Vagabundo Soy - Orchestra Di Piazza Vittorio
Labyrinth Wednesday, September 23, 2009
What a waste! Can't get rid of this stupid contradiction.
Contradictions are life, never forget this.
But how can I deal with this terrible pain, this fear of abandonment that takes power on my behaviour, imprisoning my stomach?
Don't really know if it's worth going on like this.
I'm talking about this shitty job of vomiting useless words, waiting for an answer that will never come.
Times, they did not come in time.
Just stuck in my world.
I hide.
Waiting for the next tide
for our worlds to collide...
Soundtrack: Bullets - Archive
Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man
Have a look in my eyes
Underneath my skin there is violence
Got a gun in its hand
Ready to make sense of
Anyone anything
Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why
Personal responsibility
Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man
Without the blood on his hands
Come and make me a martyr
Come and break my feeling
With your violence with the gun to my head
Ready to take out anyone anywhere
Black holes living in the side of your face
Razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky
Bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why
Personal responsibility
Flowing Sunday, September 13, 2009
The mistery of Love.
And Life.
In the same beat.
What's underneath?
I can still feel the heat.
Can you feel me flowing in your veins?
And after all, what's the meaning that remains?
Just a refrain.
Won't give you no pain,
You're not living in vain.
I really can't complain!
You've blown away my shame,
the Love is still the same...
Soundtrack: Dj Krush - Duality
