Tuesday 7 June 2011

The sincere cold drops of merciless truth

There are days you feel tired
There are days you feel like crying
There are days you want to drown
To lose your breath and let your body float
Maybe the heavy sorrows you carry will go away...

Sometimes it looks like the end of the world
But there is land beyond the horizon
Sometimes it looks like we're going to be swallowed by the earth
But that's the way we are reborn

The river seems to be drying
But a storm will come
And clean the dirt
And set free the pure waters
The sincere cold drops of merciless truth

So cold that cut the breath to some
Others remain still
Maybe the cold makes them tough

While I'm wasted, I keep fighting
And now I'm here, I keep on waiting
Will that make the difference?

Why am I feeling so tired of all?
I'm getting tired of the world
I need air, I need to explode
This seems never  to end

I released some out
I had to be alone
I still have to be alone

All I want is to be alone
All the voices oughtn't to talk
If I drown, at least it should be on me
I shall be carried by the sincere cold drops of merciless truth...

Monday 6 June 2011

Ramblings on me

One day I stopped  in time
I stopped to see my eyes seeing
I stopped because I needed to run away

I've been rushing my thoughts
I've been far away from myself
Because life is urgent and leaves no room to be

Existence is nothing when actions take place and leave oneself behind
The skies are nothing when stars are light years away
My eyes are blind because I can't ignore the beauty of a thought

Oh, how much I long to meet myself again!
Oh, the beauty of not being perfect
The shapes of the mistakes are harder to understand
That's why we keep making mistakes, to understand their shapes

Because we are eternally condemned to live in the ignorance
We won't know how perfect it is not being perfect
The soothing grace of being a small dot in a paiting

The ramblings of someone trying to achieve inner comprehension
Are hard to figure out
But there is nothing more simple than building them
We were made to dream and to make ramblings
We were made to be nothing at all...