A Man and a Tree

To Dave Matthews

Last night I dreamed about who I used to be
And the dream showed me, that I was alone
Even so I was feeling grateful to be in this mysterious place
Confronting painful issues with a touch of grace

I had to throw out some of my fears

When I awoke up from this dream
My feelings belonged to my soul as never before
I realized I could reach the beauty, despite my broken heart
And sing love songs, because of my broken heart

Then life whispered in my ears words I had never heard before

I don't blame you for being afraid of diving in my soul
Because I might not be able to calm your restlessness
But if we undress ourselves of our certainties
Maybe we have the chance to keep our world moving

Be gentle while undressing yourself from your old stories

I am just a man looking for his own dream
I am cultivating mysteries in the garden of exposed secrets
I live under the shadow of a dancer tree
Leaves, twigs and flowers know where the wind hits

I see myself through your eyes and it frees me

I will fly with borrowed wings above the dancer tree
It offers shelter for my frayed soul
I will tell a story about the dancer tree written by me
I am going to put my broken heart under its shadow

So would you come with me?
We can heal our broken hearts under the dancer tree

When You Walk Away Alone

You have unchained your heart of sad words,
and taken off your shoes to walk away alone.
On distances and mind games you have given up,
just to walk away alone.

You keep orbiting around the hunted souls,
feeding their searches with blooms and bitter thoughts.
You believe they have to know life can be both:
a field of love and flowers and a war that just began.

I know I cannot grasp what you mean to the world.
I know I am just the observer of you fighting for your goal.
I beg you; please do not ask me to close my eyes and soul,
because I need to see when you are walking away alone.

Your naked feet are walking on the garden of belief.
Your voice is reciting the future of the committed sins.
Your hair is blown by the colors of the eyes
of everyone who chose to walk away alone tonight.

You have asked before about the ones who lost themselves,
and decided their journey should be lived with voracity.
If I could, I would elect you as my favorite song,
just to sing you when you were walking away alone.

While I am stuck here, alone.

Dreams and Wings

My dear, I am wondering if you really know the meaning of having wings. Have you already spread them? As if you were stretching your own soul and then endless emotions and visions suddenly hit you, and your body started feeling a kind of magical touch.

Have you?

Although you believe it is just a pleasurable dream, can you go further? Can you accept, that wings are for people who knows reality deeply, and are too tired to have an ordinary existence, with no way to make it better?

I need you to know: I have nothing against the ordinary. In fact it inspires me to keep walking and discover more about myself. But you must understand that wings are tools for our dreams to make reality, and not to fall in love with abysses. If you accept these wings you also turn on dreams of tolerance and justice in a journey of transformation.

I am a full-time dreamer and that is okay for me. I have been dreaming of you and your passionate glances towards the sky. Why are you so afraid to spread your wings? Why not go there, and pick a star before you return? Your eyes already harvested the space, my love. You should embrace your destiny.

My dear, I still have so many questions about life, but now I prefer to observe you gain your freedom instead of dealing with them. You don’t deserve to get stuck with fears. It is time to move on.

Don’t let yourself be alone with sorrow. I can offer you smiles and goals just until you learn how to bring your own to life. I give you my soul if you want it. I will always be there for you even though you don’t believe in yourself anymore.

I am rescuing you while we listen to the rain melody launching on the roofs’ rhythm.

I am just somebody trying to reach out your soul. Who knows if you can touch mine in the future? And there is a song, my dear… I have written you a song about dreams, wings, and the desire to believe in them.

Listen to… And dance with me.

The Messenger

Sorry if I ask you too much
But the words are floating out of my mouth
My voice sings as the strings of a cello crying
My soul is out of control

I would not want to scratch your dream
Or draw the true you have believed in
But sometimes life chooses us to enlighten others
About what we are not able to explain to ourselves 

But you have to accept I don’t belong in your story
I am like a strange language sliding on your tongue
I am foreign feet dancing on the skin of darkness
I am just the messenger of everything that disquiets you

I have nothing to loose
I have no time to spend on fears
I have nothing to offer you
I have no chance to undo outcomes

But you should know I am here
Hiding my wishes inside your heart
I am not the evil nor the son of God 
I am like a tempest taking your self-assurance apart

Sorry if I give you too much to think about
And for inspiring you to embrace each choice you have been making
I have been living in your inner universe for so long
It is time to leave my doubts behind 

If I could I would fix what hurts you
Take all your worries on my hands 
But I am just a fragment of life happening
I cannot choose you instead letting the destiny comes

If I could I would never tell you this tale
I would protect you from each abyss you had to face
But I am just a tool defending the right
To make you feel every feeling life provides 

Fate has whispered in my years to say goodbye

The Girl Who Writes Stories

Try to see her the way she is.
It can be simpler than you think.
Forget your fear of being wrong,
allow yourself float through her soul.

Dear boy, you have so much to learn
about the beauty of being free
from the fear of accepting the love
when it embraces us like a symphony.

Can you see the girl who writes stories?
She is waiting for you at life’s corner.
She is smiling at you when nobody is around.
She is writing for you an unexpected outcome.

You should already know
life is like a dangerous flight.
But certainly you can hold the goal
of building something true once in a while.

Best Whishes From a Broken Heart

I know it can be pointless
Touched by sorrows
Tied to hope
Still sealed with distress

I finally accepted
Sometimes the best it is to allow
Life changes the unthinkable
And puts an end to the wait

It is not touchable
Anymore
It is painted red
On the lips of words left unsaid

I cannot deny
Life is different from what I bet it would be
I feel so alone, but someone said
Loneliness fits me beautifully

I used to be the best person
I could be
But now I am living
From a collection of pale memories

I know I could fall apart
If I looked to the abyss in the eyes
I hope I come back to myself someday
I hope it happens anytime

Life as I knew it
Will not happen to me again
But each dream I dreamed before is asleep
While I am discovering myself through this inner journey

So I hope I come back soon
I hope I come back to myself
To undress my soul of loneliness
To walk barefoot on new memories