T H O U G H T S

life as a river that quivers

floats on a flowing reality

of dubious quality

where a ubiquitous authority

drags the boat to the shore

with no remorse

it rewards the best-looking boat

where is the prize for the garbage scow

the uninvited arrive late

but are the ones who bring the change

if you want to retain

control

you need to master your soul

but it’s the mind that thinks

and builds truths and propositions

reminding you of your failed acquisitions

there is a long path you need to go

to erase the faulty code

but it’s worth the try

listen to your heart before you die

 

summer nights

dancing caricatures on the wall. a cold beer on the terrace. sculptured letters on the floor. the moonlight is like laser in our eyes. summer nights. too hot to cuddle, too hot not to. a small speaker that produces loud sounds. low battery. meeting of the eyes. a light breeze caresses the unruly hair. pricky skin. cold beer is over. fading sounds, as if coming from afar. it’s black or white. maybe red. the light coming from the street lights. dancing caricatures on the wall. they fall. breathless. careless.

thoughts/2

shifting concessions

pointless interruptions

of your peace of mind

sometimes i feel i need to bribe my mind to stay calm

breathing intervals

incubating eagle wings

i believe in hope and purity

inner strength and kindness

when it gets a bit dry and dark

trust

take a step back

and watch your instinct elevate you

false alarms

play a repetitive sound

improvise

sympathise with the devil

sometimes he’s there to help you without realising

honesty is a virtue that very few possess

but it’s what will take you through life

without sacrificing your inner peace

 

 

 

road to nowhere, road to everywhere

 

REA 092

blissful greyness

brigades of sleepless nights

moving fast, moving slow

burning in serendipity

glaciers break

we fall in sequences

squeezing for redemption

battlefields of dead souls

why so many sad eyes in happy faces

wholeness is a matter of perception

take a ride with yourself

to nowhere, but everywhere

pum pum poom poom poom pum pum

if you don’t lose you can’t find

wild rumours caress your hair

it’s a strange yet liberating feeling

intensity

wheels run inside my head

something’s moving

 

 

thirsty soul

the light is blind

how many times do i need to say i’m fine

trapped in a feeling i don’t need

the tv is blurry

my hands are heavy

sometimes the right thing to do is to feel less

it’s the past that resides in your eyes

the red lights bury the pain

the night is shy

in the verge of breaking down

it bears no life to apologise

selfish cards

dreams that passed

and never touched your body

i’d be lying to myself if i’d say i didn’t want it

but now i don’t

the locks are locked

steam coming out of my eyes

my breath smokes

it filters all the dirt away

 

 

sticky floors

restless faith

a sip of champaign

a twist of reality

go with the flow

or what you think is the flow

low

point of despair

once more you need what you initially asked for

a corrosive fear

why

it’s a mere reflection of who you are

manipulate the taste of signs

silence is a sin

if you can’t refrain from seeing lies

majestic

a Sunday roast

The Canterville ghost

preaches redemption

a phantom of pawns

a unique image of shows

stranded in oblivion

stars ask you why

you shine

you always did

i calculate rhymes in tears

i forgot who i was

but you did too

if i lose myself i don’t want to hear a lie

savage eyes

submerge into a flashing image

narrow sight

shredding the light

mindless games

freeze our brains

peace tries to find me

do i

an emotional disaster

a perilous master

i want to think my thoughts through

before i make another mistake

my consciousness is free

but my mind isn’t

how is this good

only the future can tell the truth

i feel i should obey the rules

what do my eyes say

why does my soul pray

fuck it

i’ll go home

do you know who you are?

what does the heat mean if we are far away

for each other to breathe a warm sprinkle of summer

a surreal taste of togetherness but alone

if you see what i mean

i kind of felt it that you did too

and it was nice

i’d rather have a cold mind

eternal faith in the sun

a ship that was wrecked

strawberries and cream that i never liked

life goes on no matter how many times you die

hunting werewolves, feeling dizzy

chiselled surfaces, broken barriers

 

no matter how much i love it

i can’t let it kill me

sometimes you exist only for yourself

you are but you’re not

where are we now

i still know who you are

do you

 

quoting love

blinking stars is what i see

thinking about menacing fire

sitting in the back of my mind

staggering among infinite red dreams

it’s not the same but it could be different

no one knows

i gave in a long time ago

it’s a rocky ride

i never liked the easy way, anyway

i can already feel nostalgia

something is burning in the air

it might just be a bug

an alluring odour

i can’t resist

a faulty screen

a broken dream

i don’t miss strangers anymore

let the sun come out

it draws all the attention

painless intervention

let the sun come out

empty void

no rush

hush, begin to brush

colours in your drowning eyes

subject to change

bewildered by what you think is fame

what would a man think

long for a paper promise

breathe your noise til it becomes extinct

a city never sleeps when it dreams

silence is loud when he speaks

sometimes it’s hard to explain

rain gets dry, sun feels cold

and being yourself disobeys the rules

break some glasses on the way

your purpose is not to stay

claim your position in a world full of contradictions

indecision is a crater without a flame

when you’re here eternity lasts for seconds

losing control is my way of showing love

it’s always too much or too little

i’m sorry

sometimes i have no control over myself

but i’m honest

i like it when my tea is hot and i burn my throat

music is something i want to be but i don’t understand it

my eyes are sore and my back hurts

it’s an illusion

fighting with ghosts

summoning the gods

i finally underestimated reality

summer is a good old red wine

the void is empty

it could be love

purple sky, it’s orangish now oh wait maybe

staring at the top of the

scene we might be holding hands

but it’s pretty over there

bittersweet images breed nostalgia

the voice of a song sung in public

in my head it’s always special

fearless crows ignore the bones

i might love the situation

it’s all in my head

graceless

once again

it’s all in my head

stop the game

rest

time to ask yourself some questions

afraid to be judged

mocked or used

it’s all in my head

the sea swims inside you

take advantage of

get out and about feel live

what if i could use myself

manipulate myself

sounds scary

i’m scared

stop the game

rest.