Ghosts

Ghosts will fly around this world, around our plane
And I think they may have fun and sorrow of our sadness for them
And I cannot explain Why I am smiling
For a friend of mine is gone.
A friend of mine several lifes older than me
Like my father
Like another friend of mine.
god knows why
And I, I am sure it can be understood with time.

And now I actually have a ghost
Now I do have a ghost
And those gone are not gone
Not till I am gone
And the world is in another hands...

One day I'll be gone with them
Then I'll say some things i forgot to say

For now I do believe in ghost
And I smile within a ghost field
Living alive
Living out of my head

Living in their memory and honor
And living for me

Living alive.
Till I am dying dead

Words to the Silence

The most futile of all words these are...
For the man is dead.
The man is dead and his walking style is gone with him
And that shirts that only he cold use.
All of his memories and all of his hopes
Who knows what he thought of me?
Who knows? I'll never know.
I'll never know.
And I never told him these words
And the worst part is I don't know what i wanted to tell him.
I wish...
He said “Send my salutes to your grandma and mother“ the last time
And I said See u
But how the heck could I know I was lying to him
I lied to him right in his noble face
I will not see him again...
I will not help him again
He will not bless me again...
And all I can do
The only stupid thing I can do is write in a language he does not understand
That's as futile and useless as it can be!!!
I have no sense for this then
I have no secret of him
I'll have no secret of him
Just a kind word, the echoe of a kind word...
And the ghost of a Merry xmas that he never said to me
But I bet he wished that for me.
I'll remember him
That's as senseless as the only thing I can do
I'll make him a legend for my daughter that's the hopefullness thing I can do
I'll write of him once and twice and over again the magician in all of my stories
Those will not be useless words; those will be his legacy for me
And these are useless words
For i gave none of them to him
When he was not that far from me
And the man is dead
Now the man is dead
These verse is late
Forever late

Evening in Europe (Para que alguien la musicalice como rayos no!!!)

October is such a cold month
To spent an evening in Europe.
But you know, I'll tell you if you don't
I was everywhere and nowhere in an october sunday walk.

And the grayest sky frightened me no more.
Cuz cinema was never such a great thing
(And it was already one of my favs things to do)
Till this screening in the middle of the fall.

You know, I cannot find the words...
For october is such a gray and sad month
But not anymore.

Although october is such a cold month
to walk and evening in Europe
You now know, I'll tell you anyway
I was around the world...All around the world
And within your hand in this october sunday first date.

So it's always gray and dark and misty in October
As a fake christmas begins to blind us with a spell
But well it will not trap me anymore...
Trapped already in such a spell I am...

Your spell you know, in your hands completely
Within your eyes, and your lips yeah.

Waiting for an Evening in Europe
A March or April Evening in Europe
With way to much sun
or way to much rain
But with you

October is such a cold and gray month
To spent an evening in Europe.
But I guess side by side with you
I cannot say I actually mind it at all

But I do not need Europe right now.
We can have our little Europe
I can have my little of heaven
Within your hands...

October feels not the same
And just the memories of dead octobers remind me
Oh how Sad and dark and gray it used to be

01 04 after midnight (Surge)

The words are hard to find within the darkness, and my thoughts are hard to collect within the memories of the last hours.

For a week ago i could have foreseen nothing of what's happening right now.

And I could not feel happier for such an X-Factor.

I told myself to expect the unXpected everyday, but I hardly did it.

And now, now I´ll tell you a secret, when I am happy it is harder for my to write.

I'm not used to these feelings, or to the right words to describe them, I know of blues and shades of purple, I know about Melancholy, but what can I tell you of bliss and joy?

What can I tell you about love?

For you asked me what love was all about.

Love was about luck, good luck and bad luck from time to time.

And right now, it is not about hard times and weird luck for us anymore.

Till somehow we break each other with cristal walls.

But I do not care for the ending, if there is one there is one and it´ll come someday somehow.

I care as the old saying goes to make every last moment to last.

And to keep your heart around, and your mouth in a smile.

To cease chasing ghosts.

To start proving you I'm worth

And our time is just beginning.

There are smiles to be found, and moments of bliss to realize.

So what is love?

I don´t know you know.

You can live without it indeed.

You can date without it for sure

I guess people give a darn for it these days.

But if we manage to create some love in the future days between us.

We´ll find how to eat lil pies of it.

And how to use it as parfum (I will be able to smell it I hope)

Love is a possibility,

Love is viable, probable, estimated.

Love may exist as soon as tomorrow or as late as too late.

Love it is in no way an achronim of our names.

Love is to evolve backwards, and forward at the same time.

And more I cannot answer far from your words and your arms...

I do exist, you do exist, but I find the we do exist much more comfortable to conjugate.

No, things are not out of destiny

So i'll write this yet to be the perfect verse for you.
For you found whatever it is worth to watch within me.
And now, I'll find the words within me that can make you smile.
Yet I fear all these words will sound oh so happy and nice.
And we both know this is no such thing as a perfect lieu around.

Right now let me just hold your hand and try to see what happens then
If we can see everything falling apart or if we fall apart sudenly
It may be nice, and it can shine for real.

Shine as fire burning the ground

That kind of shine that can make us smile.