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I have dreamed of you so much
. . I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
. .Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?
. . I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
. . For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many days and years, I would surely become a shadow.
. . O scales of feeling.
. .I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up. I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who
counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and face of some passerby.
. .I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom
among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow the
moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.
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29.11.2024
A summer without heat
The still air, the empty sky
The birds no longer fly
A summer without heat
Everything is gray around
No love between us
One cannot hope
In silence to think
To understand together
How much harm we do
With our own hands
A summer without heat
God, but why?
The still air, the empty sky
The birds no longer fly
The world is silent to rediscover
The love that no longer exists
You look at me, you want to speak to me
But you hear a cry down there
A child playing alone
Waiting for a tomorrow for him
A tomorrow that knows how to give
What is missing today
A summer without sun
God, but why?
A summer without heat
29.11.2024
accustomed
Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
I’ll close myself off from everyone, I’ll forget who I am
A psychological death, but I’ll muster the courage to call you, albeit still numb and detached
Just understand that I am who I am, I’m still yours
Just understand that I am who I am, I’m obsessed with you
Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
You’re no longer here, I can’t accept that
No, you’re alive, but died before my eyes
It hurts so, having lost you that way
I won’t wait for your anymore
I loved just once, and then searched for something similar
Thousands of faces, but not one of them (It’s not you)
Oh how I long for your touch
Oh how I’ve become accustomed to you
Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
29.11.2024
She Will Leave
Mysterious is
That feeling that
Makes your eyes rest on her
You are a child
You suffer because she
When she passes, doesn’t notice you
You don’t know why
But you search within yourself
Emotions never felt with her
And at night now
It’s fire inside you
You wake up suddenly crying
When she leaves
Nothing of her will remain
And on the empty beach, you will walk
And the cold of autumn you will already feel
When she leaves
Nothing of her will remain
You head toward a train
You still seek her
The game of love is not over
You run among the people
Who pass indifferently
Your fantasy flies away from her
You see on her face
The shadow of a smile
Maybe she understands, maybe she knows
Now she will leave
Nothing of her will remain
Now she will leave
Nothing of her will remain
It’s not strawberry time
You cry and scream inside yourself
29.11.2024
The Jester
Why don't we laugh anymore?
Silence now waits for you
Come to entertain
Jump and joke again
You must satisfy
Your demanding lord
Laugh, but inside it’s not like that
You can't cry if you want
Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away
They are laughing, you did it
Return to yourself, in your pain
Laugh, but inside it’s not like that
You can't cry if you want
Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away
They are laughing, you did it
Return to yourself, in your pain
Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away