Wake Up! Let's do this!

Bring this pity wave back!

It's my web, wild seas, my voice,

BRING THIS WAVE BACK OH CAPTAIN,

words as colored reefs and poetry as an open ocean..

Possibilities, ideas.. 

Dying Fishes

Turning the light off. Better let them die in the dark.
I wish I could ask. I would like also wonder other questions.
I wish I could save them.

How can you save something's life?

Do we have this power?
Every breath, every bite, every cosmic movement ...
Pieces of life. From the Water world.

The environment is killing them.
They probably can't breath.
They are small. The aquarium is not the big.
....But for them, could be a hole universe.

You can buy chemicals,
Try your luck, buy also some entertainment
Choose the sand, the stones and the plants


Microcosmos, small pieces of light
you can buy for cents,
if they die, just return a piece!
and you can try another time....

we are gods,
gods in evolution maybe,
if we learn, if we care, if we love
we, revolution.

Cold Wind,

Amusing themselves because smiling is the best medicine
It’s almost end of the year, everyone looking for the answers
Silly faces, alone faces, desperate faces, why not sad faces?
The wind is cold, I can’t feel my heart, it was a long year
... And when comes the age, the same histories shouldn’t matter that much


Between the sun and the moon goes my life,
I found two ways to accept what comes next
I’m a fake poet and I can’t tell you the true

They aren’t lying, is not an illusion
Life is happening, right now!
What I can try to tell is,
Be aware; wake up, there’s no turn back
No re-takes, no cuts, no re-doings

There’s also no make-up, there’s no script
Is just you and what goes between the sun and the moon
-Or you cry
-Or you smile

You may not like how it ends,
Better then, write a script
Change the plot, or change how it ends,
But never close your eyes

Maybe is how you see it.
Cold wind,

( scene fromTaxi driver, 1976)

The Sun and the Ocean

It’s hard to live when you know your life has expiration date
We, desperate, seeking for answers, for a sign of hope, for love
Waiting the beats from the choices we did, judging, thinking, crying, suffering, transforming the life in the worst fable possible, looking for the endless happiness.

I saw a bird singing a lullaby and I asked him - for whom are you crying my friend?
Behind the mirror, questions and questions, you want the world, but sometimes he has better plans. And nobody is suppose to care, that’s why the ocean is so big. And salty.

Covering him, we have the sun.
The sun is extremely large. Everyone want it. Touch it. Feel it.
Behind the mirror, answers and answers – You want it and you have it.
For seconds, minutes, hours, days and maybe some years.

You are a funny guy.
No. I’m not.
I’m just a grieve guy with amusing jokes. And maybe joyful stories.

They have a useful plan for us.
The church, your president, your mother, your boss.
They know what they are doing.
Let them control the universe and enjoy your dream.
Cause at the end, you will die.
You can make a son and put a name on him.
He will remember you.
He will, maybe, cry for you.

Don't worry:
At the very deep end, you’ll understand (probably, I hope)
It was all part of the plan. ( I hope too)

You shouldn’t cry, you should laugh.
Life is priceless.
But don’t get confused.
You will die. Everyone dies right?

….And you never, you never will get that.
You can touch the ocean. But you can’t touch the sun.
Just forget about it. The war is over and you lost it. Not because of you, not because of your choices, but because it never existed.

Love, chapter untitled.

Sometimes I keep asking myself
I don’t believe in love anymore.
And you ask me why, did you ever love someone in your life ?
Yes, I Did.
I have no doubt.
But you leave them, you never know how could be, the future.
It’s the illusion that fascinates us. What might be.
The rest, is this incredible fear to die alone.

Me

you are writing. you think . you breath. you live, you see it. you sleep. you wake, you work, you pay, you buy, you give, you lie, you play, you cry, you create, you do, you make it, you live, you cry, you smile, you have it, you drink it, you dream, you do, you smile, you teach, you share, you steal, you mask, you accept, you lost it, you win it again, you love, you screw, you back, you believe, you start, you try, you cry, you watch, you find, you travel, you eat, you drive, you photograph, you write about it, you share, you think, you believe, you cry, you feel, you suffer, you understand, you fight, you drink, you smoke, you write, you scream, you hear, you cry, you write, you try, you you cry, you write, you try, you say, you dream, you think, you hope, you lie, you fight, we fight, we try, we want it, we believe it, we have it, we dream it, we live it, we lie, we buy, we sell, we move, we watch, we listen, we cry, we fuck, we love, we go, we back, we finish, i cry, i move, i lie, i live, i write, i watch, i listen, i dream, i hope, i want, i suffer, i travel, i back, i start, i think, i walk, i give, i call, i say, i fuck, i lie, i play, i read, i create, i drink, i sleep, i work, i pay, i buy, i cry, i smile. it's not finished it. I, you, we. Me.

DRAMA or COMEDY.

The problem to live thinking you are in a film, is that I realize that I never will see the end - and if I try to figure out what come next, every second could die in vain, my life. This film is longer then two hours.

There’s no plot, no main characters, no soundtracks. The answers are miserable, the photography sucks most part of the time, and we speculate too much about the future. and worst. Are we Heroes? What should we fight for?

I need something like that in my vain, maybe. We need to suffer.
I found a meaning, a strange power to make it happen.
It’s magical. In a few hours, I let you know everything.
It’s starts, it’s end. I see myself on the screen.
I’ll never be forgotten.
I touch you, you touch me. We talked about windy nights, we talked about movies.
We never planned the future, we just expected him.
There’s the evil, there’s the good.
The music is me, the music is us.

- Hey little kid. You don’t need to worry. Everything will be fine. just don’t move. Never move too fast. It’s all about movements, everything is about perception ya see? It's like we are films. I'm Taxi Driver and you are Little Miss Sunshine. We share the same space, but we live in different worlds. So, whatever who YOU are, whatever what YOU do, is just for YOU. It’s your world,It’s gonna be always for you. It’s your life, your film. Some people will see you. Some people will like you, some they’ll live with you...some will never understand you.

But at the end, only you, only you…only you will know what really it is. What really you are.

I want you to know who am I.
I want you to know what I think about that.
I want you to see me.


…and then, turn the lights off, let me tell you.
What film we will be tomorrow?

Delusions

feelings are masked by the soul
The body creates, the body lies
It's hard to get, I want you or I want you
Why?

Words masking the heart, empty
Some of them easy, a monologue
Others complicated, a discourse
....an these ones that I write, a romance

Illusion, Delusion
Real, Unreal

Dream’s Cure

My friends are – I can say that - cured,
Released from the darkness, abstruse fog that high dreams are made

Are they dancing with the freedom tonight,
Maybe.
Rejoicing to the world, they can admit, the coming ages brings the sunshine.

What is a dream?
Where we going to find the supposed happiness
Are we looking for the end, still trying to understand why we live,

Is not about yesterday, is about tomorrow
The day we won’t be here anymore
The question is not about to die, the question is not be forgotten

Hallucinating, breathing, dying and fighting
Perception,
A thin line that covers what we can see

You have sickness in your heart,
You have trouble in your soul,

*

My friends are cured,
This disease won’t kill me, still will save me?

One by one I saw my heroes falling
Like warriors - In a battle that can’t stop
Infinite

And if you believe in ends,
Close your eyes, think they can’t finish , cause they can’t
Meanwhile, everything changes.

Living in this planet, where hearts are museums and hopes are myths.
Where to find the truth, what to believe

The surviving heroes are like me,
Blind people, their paradise, an utopia

I look forward to see what your worlds you tell you in a not so distant tomorrow.

The last warrior, blind man, wild heart
The clown, the sufferer, the poet
The session will never end, or you stay or you leave it
And I decided to stay.

I’m not a dreamer anymore, I’m the dream.

Almost the End

And what I said is Done.
There is no delete or backspace,
It's forever, it's recorded, it's filmed

There is no way to back forward
It's strange, it's indeed hard
Just accept and close your mount
Don't write about it.

Is just done, but wait...
Nobody cares.
And nobody is gonna remember.