The first Song

She's a so sweet dream to me
Her beauty is my poetry
Her eyes, they set me free
when they look me with that mistery

She's spiritually so strong
Doing her way, on her own
doing wright or doing wrong
she's just free to go along

She's my mother and, she's my sister
She's my ever special friend
She's my voice and she's my listener
We still dream with a happy end

She's my first true love
And she always will
Like in the sky or above
That's exactly how I feel

Cause I know it's real
Emotions stregths in action
This I'm saying... not new
That's our love's conection...

She's my mother and, she's my sister
She really is my special friend
She's my voice and she's my listener
We still dream with a happy end

imagination memories

some how I remember
that strong wind freezing my warm smile
the taste of the air, so wet and salty, so cold
the smell really has this magic
bringing old times to present
re-creating experiences
in a very short time sensation
its almost miraculous
and I let come, old inventions

the wind from the window
the high speed of the bus
ans all that dark ocean arround

suddenly I was back there
tinny legs and hands
only emoctions in my body
not that diferent from nowadays..
like I've been like that since always

I was so myself, intense, huge existencialism
as if every movement made history
made efective changes in the universe..
eyes closed, wind, action, impulse
could feel more than tell
could smile more than look
pray more than sing

not only a wind coming from the window
not only the speed or the nature's beauty
I was an explorer waching the sunrise glow,
always late, everything would distracted or delay
as my thoughts I never knew what was looking
adventurer, born outlander to go, go far away
I was so happy, and my happyness clandestine, siempre
would it be like a destiny?
Or my past is nothing but inventions?

My heart never had dimension
opening more dors than windows
escaping from my controls
showing me my direction, the action
impulse to go..

Waterfall-Rain drops

Everything is changed, changed again

Everyday is a new day to make, to invent

Am I a Sea-Boy? Am I the Montain-Man?

Never know exactly what I felt, what I meant

what I meant is never what I invent

What I invent is never what I meant

Lost in wild oceans without my own ship

And I can suddenly feel all the nature is arround

From sweet dreams I create when I sleep

I make the horizont sings my life as a simple sound

a simple sound is not only what I found

what I found is not only a simple sound

Like moon inspiratio is the sun that makes me strong

This deep new sensation is the my way to go along..

Everything is changed, changed again

Everyday is a new day to make, to invent

Am I my own idol or am I my own fan?

Hard to know exactly what I felt, what I meant

Lost in hidden thougths of an old trip

A new country and language is what I found

but some feelings lasts, I insist to keep

I try to understand but it is too profound

New culture is not only what I found

Secrets of life are hidden so profound

Like moon inspiratio is the sun that makes me strong

This deep new sensation is the my way to go along..

Sketch

Fearing to get weak and then friezed with all of this world's coldness

I decided to be born knowing how to produce my own fire

but that huge fury around me gets lost in a labyrinth of tenderness

that I burn all myself trying to clench my such mighty desire

I only wish I could use all my skills together at the same time

or at least know witch one of then I should really hold

my mind only works if I accept that this is the heart is mine

but its too strong emotions, I just feel like i'll explode..