morning says you need to go

make my spirit be wild

pack my sights with shades of hope

as a long phantom wind advice

I’m the soldier of my time

in search of a summer sand

to dig all the things

I cannot understand

grow up and call

 

each father as a new dawn

each mother a gentle ground

turning the silence upside down

embracing my embryo sound

a chapter has just begun

for a poet in search of a rhyme

a journey has to be done

for the child and his sun

who wants to be wise

 

old death has turned me on

my youth life seems to be gone

the thunder son turns around

and his head has to be found

not far away from home

where lives my morning song

I feed my season of greed

the soldier and his drum

needs to be found

grow up and call

 

This is the story about a man

Who once believed life was his friend

Behind a line behind a scene

Building a place an uncertain door an open theme

 

his hands in sweat

Forgiven regret

A broken faith a sadly wait

Kneels on the floor a friendly hole

 

You know he wants to be alone

There’s no voice to hear but his own

 

Watching the time through a glass of wine

Another think another drink

Losing control asking for more

Unbroken storm

 

He and his sight a deepest mind

Another taste another waste

Touching his face

Fingers in disgrace

 

Life’s a circle so many turns to make you on

There will be times to cut what cannot be found

 

Like summer flowers die when autumn comes

Like night will beat the light till dawn

Just make a tune with a brand new sound

 

it’s not easy to pretend

it doesn’t not mean this it’s the end

Sometimes a man needs to cry

Or just a place to die

 

He moves his head and takes a breath

A final talk he wants to walk

To move his sight far where lives the stars

And touch a once lost piece of sky

 

Days become white and young

Between the lines a rosy charm

Moonlight walk

Shiver dance a new romance

 

Don’t you see what moves the world is just the chance

What you saw sometimes is nothing but a glance

 

Like summer flowers die when autumn comes

Like night will beat the light till dawn

Just make a tune with a brand new sound

 

it’s not easy to pretend

it doesn’t not mean this it’s the end

Sometimes a man needs to cry

Or just a place to die

 

I walk through a melody

seven mountains and the tallest symphony

I’m the pause the movement, half of a tale

the time the healing plus a sail

my door are my hands

the drawing and the power of ten

young grass on my desk

the rain and the pencil can

 

and the man will push the time

and the grass will grow through the line

 

I’m the man to a thousand wishes

wearing songs, gifts and misses

the captain for a further floor

the musketeer and the sacred door

two steps for the painter

two colors and a window

the saint and the sinner

the major and the minor

 

and the man defeat the time

and the grass will win the line

 

there are mountains

there are valleys

eagles eyes

distant, meadows

when two hands collide

the sculptor is near and proud

paper plane

free mind

rear wind

 

and we sing and we dance

master ring sky romance

survivors from the race

season bells for this face

my door is the ship

for our travel weather plan

and the movement bounce and wait

for the happy ending to ten

 

and the man will bleed the end

and my door’s always open for a friend

and my door always open for a friend

 

I don’t care about no one

if there’s no one to care

I don’t even know a name

if there’s nothing out there

oh a liar a suit needs a tailor

a synchronize trailer friend

 

I’m the owner of my sheets

the wind of my fields the mill

oh a puppet a fake opera pauper

the lion and his friend the lamb

 

but on the corner a new Romeo

and each tide a new faith

or a sense

never-land at the end

the class room of liberty

never had a frame of me

finger print

the tailor sings

 

but some people love some people don’t

but some people lie and some people want

 

I plant my size in this soul

as a candle light in the wall

I cut the main slice

or the huge size

a sample of my own

 

I sealed my life in this layer

a pedestal prayer for an end

or a peace maker

a storm shaker

the prodigal sailor man

 

but the unity

the room of waste

a tree of shadows an apple taste

oh a start

for a wild open sin

and since the wizard spittle fell

a heaven grace the guiltless hell

sometimes we leave

sometimes we share

 

but some people love some people don’t

but some people lie and some people want

 

the greatest enemy of freedom

is love

 

Yesterday

When all the roads led me up and straight

And the grasses of my spring, wear green

My morning grain

Seeding my way

 

For yesterdays

Lyrics and plans were made on my face

And the strip of the moonlight

Gets me tight

Side by side

Tie me today

 

 

Dreaming

Looking out and

Dreaming

Like a canvas sunny day

That the colours of my wisdom

Standing them till today

 

Far away

No more eager tomorrows

Sins or sorrows

Filling my day

 

 

Yesterday

When all the roads led me up and straight

And the grasses of my spring, wear green

My morning grain

Seeding my way

 

the love you need it’s beyond a beat

a dancing coat a trick or a feat

weak or strong

old or young

the baton son

 

someone out there to make you cry

the rhythm of tears a note out of time

market strings

to cut your veins

a face of lust

disguised of a human trust

 

 

beyond a thought there’s a seal

beyond a louver there’s a meal

 

beyond a fool there’s a fist

and you rise from the wreckage

holy water for my shelter

 

behind a man (alleluia) the secret stain

               (alleluia)

behind the brick (alleluia) the superior is fake

               (alleluia)

 

believers nest (alleluia) pay for the fest

sleeve bullets for the boys

finger nails for the toys

knock down on the ground  the party has just begun

 

 

pray for the eyes

(we see)

pray for the mouth

(we speak)

pray for the legs

(we walk)

pray for the hands

(we touch)

pray for the day

(we are)

pray for the light

(we grow)

pray for the life

(we do)

 

don’t you  believe in everything you read

books are made by man and man can be weak

naked image

in-color trace

pray for the air

easy to share

 

and Christ loves you just the way you are

no tricks for rent no words from afar

Black or white

gay or straight

tall or small

Christ loves you all

Christ loves you all

 

because

 

Christ is free of taxes

 

 

 

the political man

an imaginary friend

oh no no no

the eye and a sword

and the milk must fall

oh no no no

and the losers are the users

and that strange house gets the pain sauce

the warranty for the lonely

is a magical and tragical win

 

a crowd of tongues in blame

a mix of sacrifice and shame

oh no no no

a virtual flag unfurled

and a comical promise is burning

oh no no no

and the friends’ happy endings

waiting spell golden landing

the lunatic and master sill

is on the ground

preparing his maniac fel

and the people sings

 

take a crush and give to me

take a wash

and give to me

take a sauce

and give to me

givet to me givet to yes give to me

take the weakness and give to me

take the root and give to me

nails and fingers

givet to me givet to yes give to me

take a ding and give to me

take a dong and give to

take a ding ding dong and give to me

givet to me givet to yes give to me

 

who told you how to count one two three

who started with you the ABC

who all the answers

and then more questions

a thought creation

a life to care

 

who kissed you at night before you sleep

who the quiet hand a touch to keep

who all the reactions

for one simple action

the wisdom cradle

one lap to give

 

like a tree and the forest

like the rain over the sea

like the heat and the ice

a melting speech one compromise

in its furious price

 

like the train and the railroad

like a guitar and the accord

like the silence and the trumpet

in the measure of a shelter

in the edge of a stage

 

who a pillow plans the captive hand

who an angel nests the holy breeze sends

who can move a mountain?

who can defeat an army?

a fence of dreams

the wheel of wings

 

like the first and the last

in one all and the rest

like a river and its bed

like a stair one step became

the age the hand and one cane

 

Empty corner

Here I’m

Brand new morning

Here I’m

Kissed by desire

Here I’m

Keeping on fire

Here I’m

 

Looking for a sound or a reason

Wondering who needs a friend

It’s so untrue

Could be me

Could be you

Here I’m

 

Letter in a bottle

Here I’m

And Jesus is a walker

Here I’m

Crossed fingers

Here I’m

Beyond narrow windows

Here I’m

 

Watching the leaves falling down

Naked eyes lay on the ground

Drying a tear

But Keeping an idea

Fighting a fear

Here I’m

 

 

Old fashioned liar

Here I’m

his slowly dying

Here I’m

Laughing by request

Here I’m

his not my best

Here I’m

 

Seven clocks ringing so high

And a magic chair waiting some time

Praise for a shore

Rise up a wall

A warm foggy call

Here I’m

 

Are you alone

won’t you go out

are you awake

won’t you stand up

a foot on the road

a hand on the shoulder

it’s not a sin

you’re lost

 

you’re lay out there

where no one care

get all your rights

make them a fight

you are the owner

a simple corner

a safety room

you try

 

stand up for the life

take all your needs

write all your thoughts

spread them for real

you can be there

you’re really there

open your mind

you’re on

 

move on your head

straight up your back

make a new friend

you really can

life is to short

ain’t go wait

don’t miss the train

you move

 

open your door

break down the wall

grab all the light

this is your side

dont turn around

this is your ground

a warmth place

you found

 

I got blue black white old young and wild for a moment in a day

I got sun rain magic wind all over my way

I got small rich and poor and a moment in a day

And I’m a runner cause I want to this way

 

I got tools roads fancy shoes all building my day

I got smile cry funny tie they show me the way

And I got brothers and I got sisters embracing my day

And I’m a runner cause I wanna this way

 

I got balls squares beds and chairs they all over the way

I got songs tales music waves and a moment in a day

I got dreams frames and sins all melting my day

And I’m a runner cause I wanna this way

 

I got leaves trees they are decorating my way

And I got moon dancing tune open a new day

I got fields fantasy wheels running in my day

And I’m a runner cause I wanna this way

 

I wanna this way

Yes, I wanna this way

Oh I wanna this way

 

never look into a mirror

never find a living reason

never feel the taste of love

losing all his meaning

 

scratching time with all his fingers

nailing pride with the answer

one last day for one lost world

a forgotten God blessing

 

and stones will be singing

a new life will be bleeding

echoes of a virgin mother a price

a dark side of a angel

 

never feel the pride for living

sister of cold a new evening

roads of living bones

they never will return to me

 

and someone heard a desire

a dime will be his entire final

mirror of all my desires

stay away don’t be a liar

 

never look into a mirror

never find a living reason

his treasure all his pain

and love never heard his name

 

never said the world i’m leaving

never find someone to care

it’s not an illusion or a dream

never find someone to share

 

life has killed all his dreams

these scars are coming to stay

never find a living reason

never find someone to say I’m in love

 

You ask me why

I have to cry

Every time I say goodbye

A piece of heart

It’s bound to stay

A piece of mind

Standing away

 

And than all began

 

For every move                                     

For every sound                                     

Ahead of time                                   

My fathers ground                                 

Hands of gold

And a flag of stone                                

Spring back my sight                            

For all I’ve done

 

 

A tree of grace

My dwelling place

For you I sing

In my embrace

One voice in faith

A piece of dream

Your streets I read

Now I’m complete

 

I look outside my window

And the day it’s turning white

 

The shovel for a dancer

And a clown training for a fight

 

I assume

Fly with me once more

Fly with me once more

 

The spirits in the woods

And a mask on the pane

 

This land is for be taken

And should be branded on the lane

 

I approve

Fly with me once more

Fly with me once more

 

Fly me till the blade is on the ground

Fly me till the riddle is covered by the sun

And I’m goanna be around

Engraved in a stone

Down

Down

 

A heavy door and a plate

And a windy nest to be made

 

My humble wings claim

History not a shame

 

 

I ignore

Fly with me once more

Fly with me once more

 

I wanna be me

For the day, for the night

To the wrong to the right

The inside tower of my liberty

 

I’m goanna be me

The loser and the task

The winner and the mask

The outside border of my memory

 

 

I’m goanna be me

Tables, tongues but free

Rumors locked by a sea

The tiny sufferer from my democracy

 

I’m goanna be there

In the jungle of words and manners

The naked potion from good letters

In the longest breath my legacy

 

 

And then the dust

My favorite spirit the human watch

Will dress my bones with flowers touch

The rule of a click will turn me up

 

 

Listen the rain

Building a king

 

 

La la


La laLa la la la la la

La la la la la la

 

You, my image

You, my beginning

to greet my stage

the splendor meaning

 

the drums are ready

a page in white

the pencil laying

blooming the sign

a fount of clay

flowing in my skin

the trait inventor

Modeling in

 

You, the music

my start my end

show it to the flowers

and they will comprehend

 

major light

gentle butterfly

two hands a cradle

one lullaby

 

the drums are ready

a page in white

the pencil laying

blooming the sign

a fount of clay

flowing in my skin

the trait inventor

Modeling in

 

in my all

your potion sow

a blank ceiling

a new propose

 

It’s where the sea unveiled

Shapes and sounds to prevail

Clouds approach, glory tale

Gilded land, in father’s name

 

Show your true colors

Holy sisters and brothers

Phoenix wings contemplation

Reap the words of a nation

 

Your nonexistence would empty my own

Your nonexistence would empty my own

 

All hands on deck prepare for action

Warriors of nine aboard

Sails up the mast the wind connection

Sailing before the storm

There’s a calm before the storm

There’s a calm before

Calm before

Calm before the storm

 

As a child as I wish

Gently humans, they rise

with no fears, surprised

Rhythm arrows and tides

 

There’s a song to be sung

With no voices, on creation

Mother’s birth, veneration

Sailors stone is where you belong

 

Your nonexistence would empty my own

Your nonexistence would empty my own

 

All hands on deck prepare for action

Warriors of nine aboard

Sails up the mast the wind connection

Sailing before the storm

There’s a calm before the storm

There’s a calm before

Calm before

Calm before the storm

 

Your nonexistence would empty my own

Your nonexistence would empty my own

 

I remember easily what I’ve been doing like the ransom for my duty

I remember all the cases all the fragments of a dream

I remember for the days, scrape them fast erase won’t be the last

They won’t lie, Justice is on its margin to undress your memory

 

Oh I remember tears of jubilation to the years and friends, embracing

they will lay there where the master of admiration it’s clear waters, recognition

yes, the wishing spell, horizon smell

 

Oh I remember like a clack and a click suddenly invited for a peek

I remember all the laughs and all the pieces to share

 

I remember, Silent breeze and a leaf that won’t stop till I believe

they will fly, wide roads imagination, soar with thoughts, incantation

yes, it’s what I believe if I remember

 

Lord Of My Day

Rests In My Homeless Chest

Made With Nails

Made For Sounds

Notes, Which I Want

 

Lord Of My Wings

Moved By A Windy Screen

Rests In My Humble Skin

Made From Tales

Dreading Fails

Notes, Which I Found

 

 

 

Lord Of My Songs

Table For Two

Me And You

Lord I’m Too Young

 

Glory Glory

 

Lord Of My Fears

Fills Up My Honest Sound

With Scales To An Silence Bound

Silver And Gold

Rests In My Accord

Lord That I Want

 

Lord Of My Songs

Lord Which I Want

 

Secrets and lies

The major and lines

It’s the strange mask for beginners

 

Poets and friends

The story and an end

Drift away, rest in glasses

 

For the eyes of a soul

Was melting inside

The seed is a lamp

The sound is a light

Eh turn on, desire

 

Minutes and hours

balance raising towers

It’s the throne, Beyond vibes

 

Bells and fingers

They burning aside

Catching the drizzle

That warm minor life

It’s the share of a night ember

 

Perfection reading

From morning, layered sides

Peace is the brief

Dew drop realized

And they dawn, mystery silence

 

Turn on the lights

It’s time to reap

Old friends’ dedication

 

 

For the eyes of a soul

Was melting inside

The seed is a lamp

The sound is a light

Eh turn on, desire

 

Perfection its reading

From morning, layered sides

Peace is the brief

Dew drop realized

And they dawn,

And they dawn,

And they dawn, mystery silence

 

I’ve been missing you so long

missing the time we spend together

I thought it was forever

and then something has bem coming down

my heart has broken

your live has taken

our ways separete

 

sometimes I can hear your voice again

calling out my name and saying

how do you do my friend

I look around and that was a mystery sound

a sound that live can’t make

a sound that death can’t break

 

I’ve been missing you so long

missing that game we used to play

when days wen over

and now that you are gone away

the sun doesn’t shine

like used it to do

won’t clear my day

 

for all the memories that run in my veins

trembling in my heart and calling my pain

I say we have one thing in common my friend

cause no matter where you are

I will find you at my end

 

somewhere there’s a true story

the minor walks to glory

for letters and presents

went to lay

 

home is a fire

That burns, keep me higher

looming on the horizon

leading me

 

and he has all the truth

and he is the wise

and he ordered to me

to live on his size

and he made me believe

that he’s always the same

and we’re speaking out loud

to catch all the sound

 

I got it, true love, true love

for a woman and man

decoration, old maze

true love, true love

for a father and son

to a cake and a tongue

gravity made

long turning wait

I got it, true love, true love

 

imagine the young passion

without that equation

the mirror of a science

loading bay

 

Sparkling wishes

longing for lovers

long trembling phrases

lift away

 

I got it, true love, true love

for a woman and man

for a father and son

i got it, true love, true love

decoration, old maze

long turning wait

 

the throat for a dish

rhetoric for a wish

velvet for a seat

and the lead is a pity

the chamber is a science

ordinance sentence

the ministry melted

the crack is lifted

yes, the fabulist demand

breath will be counted

the kingdom of a ton

 

 

yes, I’m gonna be a peasant my whistle

laborer, work for wages

and I gonna build a land

Filled with new sense my new habit

 

And I’m gonna be the lyrical shining dust

Rolling, shoot for a purse

and I will climb all the trees

to watch beyond the sea

wishing well

 

so it’s done alone

 

he goes to the right

he goes to the left

the crowd as a fish

a bite for a hook

the fury of a corner

a pace to achieve

the prophet is a warrior

Commander or a thief

To worship its mastery

the lane is open

the landing is so deep

 

There was a man with no fears

I knew him from inside

Shaking hands emerging light

for the eyes of

an ancient living shine

 

There is one note an ideal,

carved in a naked spear

to show me where’s the right

cause the wrong is going in blind

 

And He is the man from the echo of a sun

He is the man from the echo of a sun

and he can make all the rules

and he can prove all the truth

yes, He is the man from the echo of a sun

He is the man from the echo of a sun

 

There is a life to be lived

There is a lesson to be taught

the man and his said

Is the slave of a scribble line

 

Thoughts are the only place where freedom lives

the alchemist sigh

time will prevail and the man nail

the secrets of a loyal tale

 

And He is the man from the echo of a sun

He is the man from the echo of a sun

and he can make all the rules

and he can prove all the truth

yes, He is the man from the echo of a sun

He is the man from the echo of a sun

 

Come on lord of roses

Come, build up my freedom

hope on a window

promise, creed and charity

Come on old fellow

long rousing weather

sauce for a paddle

drink up, womb and savory

we’re gonna learn with writes

we’re gonna have a chance

we’re gonna run in circles

Let’s have a Mass

 

let’s learn with all the patriot

let’s merge a trunk

let’s raise all the waters

be bound to a dome

 

Come on join me

we’re gonna be a creation

God’s last civilization

Solemnization