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The Lady In Front Of The Lake

Her song was not completely finished
she wrote it during a storm that stalled
she mixes together colors from the landscape to the street
she breaks apart inside line after line
and she doesn't manage to leave
 
She had a piano in the middle of her living room
books with musical notes strewn around
there were sounds that didn't let her sleep
that pursued her from room to room
from the approach of night until first light of day
 
She wrote our song
we didn't always know to listen
she wrote our song
like an unsigned letter
she wrote our song
a song is always a book of memories
that is stuffed into the corner of a closet
she wrote our song
and didn't leave us
until we heard it, until we heard it
 
She once wrote, i am a woman on the shore
and she asked to rest in front of the lake
as if she painted the ending for herself
that certainly will come, on a hot summer's eve
on a hot and pleasant summer's eve
she wrote our song....
 

A Coffee With Berta

When I am despondent and my heart is heavy
i go to Betta's and sit with her
i drink a black coffee
show her my hand
she says to me that i am nice
put a 'ten-spot' to the side
 
And then suddenly she is quiet and sees
all that will happen and all that has happened
see who i am thinking of
and what i want
says that a new cycle
will start when the year ends
 
Always when i am getting ready to leave
she tries to tell me that it'll be even better
after a few small sorrows
suddenly you will feel wonderful
you'll have a great happiness
the word of Berta is a promise
 
i go to see Berta once a year
and in the meantime nothing has changed
but i always return
show her my hand
and hope that one day
i will say a final goodbye and will not fear
 
And so i ask her about love
she says 'yes' but disappointment before...
so not worthwhile for you to worry
maybe see a doctor
listen you are a handsome man
perhaps drink another cup of coffee with me....
 
Always when i am getting ready to leave...
 

Sivan

When you will grow up and become a woman
with experience gained along the way1
perhaps there is a chance that you will remember me
we had beautiful times together
 
We met at a party, you were wonderful
flowing hair and innocent eyes
i approached, you said: not tonight
love you between the lines
 
If you remember me Sivan
perhaps you will give me some time
now that you are far away from here
 
we separated with hopes that you would return
a year passed, i did not hear from you
you left me a picture of a framed smile
perhaps mine is left also with you
 
If you remember me Sivan...
 

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