Suiting

Rain suits my soul.

Wrong

Wherever I go

whatever I do

I just feel wrong.

As if something was out of pace

as if I was dancing to the wrong music

as if people around me shouldn't actually be here.

Where can I go

what can I do

to feel right?

Remain Silent

They've already decided you're guilty. 

Every word you say will be used against you.

Keep your dignity.

Remain silent.

Stay

Autumn brings melancholy

I feel the fresh breeze touching my shoulder,

leaves falling on the sidewalk,

telling me, 

things end

things die

things change

constantly.

Autumn brings melancholy and

I prepare myself to stay inside myself for a while. 

Crossing Borders

My parents came to visit me

they stayed for three weeks.

In the second week I decided to leave the country.

The Couch Syndrom

I love you, 

but I don't.

Our life is good, 

but I just can't stand it anymore.

The ring is getting so heavy and 

I feel guilty every time I look at it.

Am I wrong?

Am I crazy?

Ingrate?

Why can't I be satisfied with what I have?

I wake up and look around and 

wonder how I got here.

Leaving you would be so much work.

I'd have to start all over again.

Explain things to people...

-"What happened? Everything seemed so perfect."

"Well, we agreed we weren't happy anymore."

-"Ah..."

Free Lesson

Standing in the shadow of a tree I wait to cross the street and have lunch with a friend in a fancy restaurant. 

Waiting for the cars to pass I see her walking under the burning sun.

Both of us stroke gently our bellies. 

Both of us carry (precious?) new life in it. 

I'm wearing high heels and carrying an expensive purse with my smart phone and credit cards in it. 

She is wearing no shoes and is carrying a dirty plastic bag with some cans int it. 

Life just taught me another lesson. 

Bubble

Between December and March

life gets stuck in a time bubble

nothing you do makes any sense

it feels like you're on "hold"

waiting

waiting

waiting 

for March to come

and the year to begin

and things to happen.

And March comes eventually

and hits you in the face

with one million things.

So you start running

and running

and running

til December

and Christmas

and New Year's Eve and then

between December and March

life gets stuck in a time bubble

nothing you do makes any sense

it feels like you're on "hold"

waiting

waiting

waiting

for March to come

and the year to begin

and things to happen.

And March comes eventually

and hits you in the face

with one million things.

Like Tinker Bell

Whirring around like Tinker Bell

she is tiny and sweet.

Instead of speaking, she chants 

the sound of wonderful bells

bringing you peace.

Her heart vibrates in a pace

that makes things around her heal

as if she could glue whatever is broken.

Her light eyes have a wit in each corner

the wit of someone who knows

and understands

but doesn't mind 

and just keeps on smiling.

Like fairy dust her charm surrounds her

smiting everyone

denying evil 

and always looking at you

like a child on Christmas Eve.

Those sparkling

glowing

blue eyes

can't be real.

She must be Tinker Bell.

Someone else

I miss those times

when one afternoon

seemed to last forever.

When finishing homework

felt like winning the Iron Man.

When clean clothes

just showed up inside my closet.

When food just appeared in the fridge

and phones were for free.

I miss those times

when someone else

took care of everything.

Same Feeling

Some people believe

they're still flying high

when they're actually

falling deep.

Tomorrow

Let's pretend we are still young

and nothing matters.

Let's pour one more drink 

and laugh together.

Let's dance as if nobody was looking

and shake our bodies 

to the sound of this music.

Let's kiss 

and smile

and forget tomorrow,

for it's far away.

This night is as long as we make it.

And I don't feel like waking up tomorrow.

Count Down

Everything changes

when you get told

you won't get old.

You start counting down

and every second of your life

starts to matter so much!