misunderstandings???

I don't want you coming here No way, no way I can't have you staying here No way, no way
Every time I am reminded Of the good thing that we use to know
And I know you're not expecting To go on second guessing
But I think it's for the best
Everytime I see your eyes I want to walk with you in moonlight
And I know you're not intending To go on just pretending
But I think it's for the best


Tais-toi mon cœur. Je ne te reconnais pas Tais-toi mon cœur. Je ne te reconnais pas Oh, tais-toi mon cœur. Je ne te reconnais pasTais-toi mon cœur. Je ne te reconnais pas Moi j’connais seulement celui qui s’emballe
Pour moi c'est l'heure de foutre à la poubelle Mon cœur en bois et pour de bon,
C'est le crane serti d'étincelles Que je viens donner ma démission.
Allez les oiseaux de mon corps, Fermez vos belles gueules à passion
Les accidents d'amour à la pelle Ne m'ont pas toujours donné raison
Je me fabrique un cœur de pierre Pour devenir un grand garçon
Celui dont tu serais fier Et pourrais tenir une maison
Mais un beau jour comme ca tu te leve Avec une idée à la con
Fouiller souvenirs et les rêves Dans la poubelle à passion
Tais-toi mon cœur, mon cœur c’est toi
Je croyais que tu t’été tué et elle Ne se souviendras pas de toi
D’ailleurs c’est pas la peine De se briser comme ca
Tu vas encore lui faire peur Oh tais-toi mon cœur, tais-toi mon cœur.
Je ne te reconnais pas...



This is how it works You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can'tYou laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made And stick it into some
Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed But even if it does You'll just do it all again



C'è un quaderno che nascondo
ma non ho
mai scritto cosa sei
per me
perché è facile
tu mi leggi dentro
io no
se gli errori li cancello
resta la
peggior calligrafia
che ho
avuto in vita mia
nuda lì sul foglio
io sono un pescatore di asterischi
sotto un'onda a forma di parentesi rotonda che mi porta via
non si può partecipare
subito a un concorso di poesia
che idea
intitolarla 'apnea'
vale un primo posto
in questo gioco di pensieri sporchi sopra a un letto
prima di abbracciarti mi connetto e penso insieme a te
i tuoi capelli neri a punta di inchiostro
si aggrovigliano ai miei
io polipo tu seppia non vuoi farti mangiare
però nella vita c'è sempre un però
un cielo che si appoggia sul mare
e tu impari chi sei
come un giocoliere spendi tutto il tempo a cercare
il senso gravitazionale che non c'è
e c'è un grillo che nascondo
ogni tanto esce e dice che
chissà
chissà se anche lei
è pura fino in fondo
in questo gioco di pensieri sporchi sopra a un letto
prima di abbracciarti mi connetto più vicino a te
e tu sei bella come quella Madonna che un giorno qualcuno pescò
anche il polipo e la seppia non si fanno più male
eh no, son saliti a guardare
il cielo che si spegne nel mare
laggiù dove sono gli Dei
siamo giocolieri non sprechiamo il tempo a cercare
il senso gravitazionale che non c'è



non dis non mais non mais dis-donc, dis-moi le donc ce non-dit là,
ce non-dit ci dis le moi donc, non dis non mais non mais dis-donc
n’attendons pas d’être plus là pour me raconter tout cela
depuis jamais on se le dit
les années passent sans merci
si l’on se frôle c’est déjà ça
chacun son rôle pas plus que ça
on s’est mentis autant de fois
que l’on se disait tout cela,
tous les matins et les midi et toute la semaine aussi.
C’est ridicule mais c’est comme ça
Si l’on recule on voit tout ça
On voit s’éteindre dans le ciel les étoiles et les arcs-en-ciel
On verra bien tu me disais
ce que cela fera après
Dans le lit de tous les non-dits
Sommeillent tous nos paradis



Bless the day I made a wrong choice Bless mess ups, yeah, bless them all And give me the sentence that I deserve And a gift of memory
Grant me my dreams whenever you might
And give me the privilege of a fight And give me the wounds that I earned
And let me keep the scars
So we dance (dance), dance (dance), dance
This life away(This life away)
(So we) dance (dance), dance (dance), dance
This life away(This life away)

LOVE letter

have been blaming myself
for not paying tribute to your memory enough since you're gone
for my unwillingness to accept your absence that for me IT IS NOT as such
for my forced distance to the phisical reality
for not crying over in public
for my uncapability to share my feelings with anybody else

have been finding relief in
your smiling picture by my wall, your lively smile by my heart
your plenty presents around, gathered over days months years
your many written & unwritten messages along the way of our friendship
listening to some favourite songs of yours
flicking through our pics' folders
sobbing on my own in unespected occasions
repeating myself all the wise principles you thought me over and over
putting more energy in daily life "routine"

writing to you in this precise moment like in many other ones I would have liked to but I put aside my feeling for shame and covered by other emotions' overlaps

life is fine here on earth, so far so good ;-)
new job - as i told you weeks before you left - just to give myself some fresh air, needed for a change both in professional & private life - remember that last conversation of ours?
goes up and down, sometimes I get bored sometimes I get busy and cope with time passing by in a smooth way
personal projects going better, I got stuck partly since I missed your encouragement I guess, partly because of (kind of unespected) overwhelming feelings along my path
no complains, anyhow - something is moving, slowly but moving, I am confident I will make it...
my flat is doing well, it also misses you a lot but my only plant is still alive (mummy keeps on shouting over the phone that it was definitely better when you were taking care of it)
my friends are there, helped a lot after february to keep me company and the closest ones even wiped some drops of mine away - thanking them will never be enough but still...
a dearest old friend of mine is back to my life, we never got lost actually
Polly Pocket - that shared with me your departure until the very end - is nowadays my "sister in spirit" n°1, after some turbolences due to your missing "bridge", we are happily quite in balance and geographical distance does not bother our connection critically
I would say she would say
one thing you must be absolutely proud of me : "criceti" have been slowly disappearing from my theather, most probably they got bored of my emotional restlessness (can't blame them), so fun is over ;-) (untrue)
great news!!! Beloved n°1 is getting married to a lovely girl next year, I met her, despite other people disbelief we are going to prove once again that affection keeps alive lifelong notwithstanding whatever
well, Beloved n°2 seems to be around the world looking for himself, no contacts anymore (as per your kind suggestion), frankly would not mind to see him again for merely aesthetical reasons...nunca se sabe!
Beloved n°3 grasped a lot about me, ego-fights were quite regular as far as we were exposed to each other, but at the same time he got both my heart & my mind naked - I must admit I kept against all odds and despite your disapproval - believe me it was deeply worth
meanwhile, followed your advice to get somebody close, somebody mind-set as you were - and I do believe we are slowly trying to go beyond some shyness and doubts and whatever it comes along the way - and possibly enjoying life without burning too many neurons - gives me good positive energy - must be the deep blue...
what else? planning some trip as usual...maybe back to Sevilla soon remember our rhythm of eating pulpo a la gallega - sleeping - eating again - listening to flamenco?
you had kilos of pulpo (& I had chipirones in the night)
people that were (kind of) close to you tried to get close to me but maybe I was too honest to them when I faced them your last months - I simply used my words, you know me, anyways does not matter so much in the end

I do miss you for every single step I take
but at the same time you are with me - always - since what we were is untouched
please, do not blame me now since I share my pain with my "public"
I DO LOVE YOU, still