The woman that I love is worthless
Singing from morning to night
A selfish blonde
Who is holding my life in her hands
The woman that I love is a country girl
Who has some funny ways
A Bohemian who has no problems
And who juggles with my illusions
She has no objective in life and runs across the country
And with a heavy heart I expect her
With some tears in my heart for my love
The woman that I love is a liar
She lies with her lips, she lies with her heart
She is hurting me and then she's leaving me
Facing my crying heart
When I'm alone with my fears
In my room and under the roofs
The bores cling to the walls that keep wishing
Until her return into my arms
The woman that I love is a robber
She treats me like a child
She delights me, she disarms me
And laughs at my deepest torments
The woman that I love is wonderful
When the love shines in her eyes
She attracts me with her laughter
Against her heart in order to love me better
And I, I am rendered as helpless
And suddenly I forget all my troubles
When I am upon her heart and her lips
The woman that I love is a player
She plays with my dreams, she plays with my heart
And if she is cheating, I do not care
For she is all my happiness
The woman that I love is a thug
Who does not possess a penny in her pocket
And walks around with her refrains
And her guitar around her neck
But she loves me and I love her
And for the rest ... I do not care!
The Blue Prince
Sunday, 15 February 2015
Thursday, 5 February 2015
WHISPER YOUR NAME
I'm walking along the shore of the city and the autumn sun is setting with its trembling red light and with it, I can feel the warmth of our love deep in my heart which will last till I die.
I can see all the ships that return to the seaport, all the waves that come ashore in order to die upon the sand and which will never make their way to the stars.
I am still looking for your soul but I can only see the silence of the emptiness.
I once told you that we would go wherever and whenever you want, that we would love each other even when love ceases to exist, that all our life would be the same as this day but you're no longer here now.
Why must I keep thinking of you, you're all my treasure; as you keep forgetting all our good and bad times, do you remember me? Do I still exist for you?
I can still recall the days when you ran into my arms, even the days when you slept next to me but they all belong to the past now and today you're far away from me.
I can see the seagulls flying against the wind and the sand reflecting the cold of the late day; the wind blow is harsh today and it seems to whisper your name to my ear...
I can see all the ships that return to the seaport, all the waves that come ashore in order to die upon the sand and which will never make their way to the stars.
I am still looking for your soul but I can only see the silence of the emptiness.
I once told you that we would go wherever and whenever you want, that we would love each other even when love ceases to exist, that all our life would be the same as this day but you're no longer here now.
Why must I keep thinking of you, you're all my treasure; as you keep forgetting all our good and bad times, do you remember me? Do I still exist for you?
I can still recall the days when you ran into my arms, even the days when you slept next to me but they all belong to the past now and today you're far away from me.
I can see the seagulls flying against the wind and the sand reflecting the cold of the late day; the wind blow is harsh today and it seems to whisper your name to my ear...
Thursday, 30 October 2014
THE LETTER
THE LETTER
If I am writing you this letter,
It is because I am feeling lonely tonight
And while looking through the window,
I dream and dream and dream of you.
If I am writing you this letter,
It is because I listen to a song
Which keeps on playing in infinity
With a melody that you like very much
If I am writing you this letter,
It is because my heart is filled with love
In order to tell you that with all my soul,
I loved you, I love you and I will love you forever...
Thursday, 9 October 2014
Letter from an old father to his son
Letter from an old father to his son
If one day you see me old, if I mess up when I eat and I do not manage to get dressed, be comprehensive; remember the time I spent to teach you.
If when I speak with you I always repeat the same things, do not interrupt me, listen to me, when you were a kid I had to tell you the same story every night before you go asleep.When I do not want to wash myself does not make me ashamed, remember when I had to run after you by inventing excuses for you to go to the bathroom.
When you see my ignorance for the new technologies, give me the necessary time and do not look at me with an ironic smile, I had so much patience to teach you the alphabet.
When at times I can not remember or I lose the track of the conversation, give me the time that is necessary to recover my memory and if I do not get it, do not get upset, the most important thing is not what I say, but the need to be with you and to have you here to listen to me.When my tired legs can no longer keep up the pace of your steps, do not consider myself a drag, come to me and offer me the strength of your arms as I did when you made your first steps. When I say that I would like to be dead, do not get mad, one day you will understand what prompts me to say it. Please understand that at my age, one does not live but survives.One day you will find that despite my mistakes I have always wanted the best for you, I tried to prepare you the way.
Give me a bit of your time, give me a bit of your patience, give me a shoulder to lay my head in the same way as I have done for you.
Help me to move forward, help me end my days with love and understanding, in return I would have only my smile and the immense love that I always had for you. I love you my son.
Monday, 1 September 2014
YOU FLY AND GO AWAY...
Today you come from another part of the
globe
and you take up simply your place again;
as the wave shakes your blond tresses,
they dance cheerfully against the wind.
and you take up simply your place again;
as the wave shakes your blond tresses,
they dance cheerfully against the wind.
First you swear to me that you are faithful,
that today you love me more than ever,
and that our adventure will last forever.
Then you will slowly advance towards me
and here we go again just as before!
First the anxiety and then anguish
within me compete every day;
soon the habit takes his place
until the minute of your return.
that today you love me more than ever,
and that our adventure will last forever.
Then you will slowly advance towards me
and here we go again just as before!
First the anxiety and then anguish
within me compete every day;
soon the habit takes his place
until the minute of your return.
But
then you
fly and go away
without a speech or a word for me,
leaving on my lips a taste of fever and joy.
without a speech or a word for me,
leaving on my lips a taste of fever and joy.
And then you go away without any regret
and during your last round, you disappear,
leaving to me the mirage of your image
on the pillow.
and during your last round, you disappear,
leaving to me the mirage of your image
on the pillow.
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