GREEN.
A green light shines round here
and sucks me back
sounds: deadened.
Shadows pursue themselves
like butterflies in golden fields.
Ammonia smell dazes me
in this public lavatory
while the previous sounds tell me my story.
Mirror.
3 meters of truth
I have no courage
I have no nerve
for fastening my eyes
For fixing a face not mine.
Water breaks silence for a while
then what I see is the youth-demons’ file.
Those eyes find me untrained
they make of me an expropriation
of my inside world an observation.
It’s too much for me
Black inside me
Black around me
Strikes me blind
more than my eyes do.
IF I
1.
If I were another girl
Could you watch me in the eyes?
If I were another one
Could you be my friend again?
2.
If I were a piece of sky
Could I support your flight?
And If I were what you think
Shouldn’t we be already linked?
Rit.
I lay myself onto the sand,
I feel my head onto the sand,
I leave my head onto the sand…
3.
If I were a shiny star
Could I illuminate your room?
And If I were a picture of the sun
Could I be in a rainy day?
4.
And If I had such a deep soul
Could I look for material things?
And If I had no other if
Could I simply had myself?
Rit.
I lay myself onto the sand,
I feel my head onto the sand,
I leave my head onto the sand…
Seasons.
When will the sun touch your heart?
When will the moon reach your night?
When will the stars cross your lonely days?
And when the river flows apart?
Hit the ground and stay…
And when a season ages apart?
RIT.
1st voice. 2nd voice. Everything is changin’,
Your possession Everything is goin’,
Obsession stops Everything, in
your life.
