sábado, 12 de dezembro de 2009
YOU
Faded face in the mirror, I do not recognize, could say it ain't mine.
Strangers, right in front of me, strangers that I really don't see.
I can only see how the calendary moves, day by day, the threes change, the sky moves from light blue to dark, the ,lines appear in the sky, and my face runs to shadows as the world passes me by.
There are no mornings, or lightly days, there're no nights; the only thing I get to find, are these strangers with unknown names that tell me "Hi!".
I stand still with my open eyes, and still, and still... Until the moon ask my tears to start to die...
Sometimes, I wonder: Where's my grandmother? The one I so dearly brush the hair, where's she, the one my eyes cannot see, the one my body can't no longer hold, where's she, the one my life misses the most... The one I could not say "I love you" before she was no longer here...
Sometimes I wonder, does she think of me still, can she still talk to me?
It's more than a sorrow in my heart, it's like a clift that my soul crave in...
No longer I feel love... When she was here, even doubth was weird, I deeply knew she loved me. No longer that feels real...
For my eyes light is so far from here, and life was along with it...
For the strangers to face me still, I carry the smile that all believe in... But for a long time I am dead inside, if even I was ever alive in here.
Wrinkles comes, and I don't truly care, my hair get's white and well it's like the beginning of me, what I can't is live in here where the birds no longer sing... So fade in, fade in...
Once, the heart went away, and I don't know where it went for, I just let it go...
And darkness came to stay along my way...
So exocentric, so demanded by, so fearfull, so dead inside... So lost in the road of no hope or dream to come, some already run as I pass them by...
If there's a place I can stay in for longer, that place ain't on earth, ain't in here, it's way pass earth, way far from here...
For nothing I run, because in all woods I may find myself, I know, I'm still alone, so nothing diferent from childhood grandmother, nothing diferent, just outside, inside I still carry all that pain inside... Inside everything matters to me... Inside every pain, word, thought it's caught by. Nothing truly diferent grandmom the little girl you listen too still be tear apart, in every journey she walks by...
Ain't not stronger granny, I ain't that strong to hold on, ain't that easy when you aren't around, ain't there easy as life fades in me...
How I wish to have your hug around me in every day, I just hold myself wail the tears wet my soul...
Maybe sooner I'll be around with you... I hope you still remember me... I hope my soul still recognize yours... How I miss being at home...
I miss home, like many don't know how...
My strangers scare me, my strangers are m company, but I, I miss Home so dearly miss it...
I see no longer the road, I see no longer hope, I see no longer...
I see nothing more...
I amd dying in, I know I am dying in...
For all these years I know my funeral it'll be only for earth, because for me was a long time ago...
I so dearly miss my home...
Dearly miss in...
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