1700 credits maybe monthly

and a cheap candy gluing my dry mouth

it’s barely enough for patched walls in anywhere you thought your dreams 

may have become true

All my friends all around, now one lonely and hungry connected through a wire

words are never stopping like waterfalls

for at least those come without a red end

when all the world we once thought open is in the eyes of someone who may or come not

Another with a kid on the way in an house far away

you need more than a summer of bikes to commute 

love was once and then became a must

But there’s plenty in her heart for all to see

and if any dream ever was there, she reversed to the one she had when she was a baby

Aren’t these the ones we shall never forget?

and the fantastic tale of a painter in his cold room in a dark and bubbling place in europe

should be the reality against all lack of anything to lose

On one foot Not too careful where the other might go Seeking your face down The other goes up And you have to forget the pain, insecurities and your hair The hands up High Higher If you come close I battle my wanting you The eyes running towards each other on a crooked line And the gate closes Yet now and now only You want to love to fly

Millions of pictures and some names are invented.

Some are the same and you can’t tell the face.

Pixels of hair and muscles twitched impossibly

Promises and Negatives

Creation of the Perfect illusion that a Door may open for you into the First day of the Life you have Always Been 

Waiting

for.

And Yet millions are separated. No words after Hi and How are you?

As if you really care to know.

Each in their Space

that stretches from seconds to never.

The sheets are stained,

color paste and burgundy juice.

The smell of your skin speaks of hopes and life passed by in expectations.

It does not matter if none of them turned out as actual facts.

Your desire is the gasoline that sparks the days and nights spent with your thoughts heavy as dancers.

Melancholy lies in the strings of a guitar while you sign a pencil portrait for the future.

I climb down the broken stairs

All I need is a pack of cigarettes for a pair of eyes that stare through a glass of

Wine

and I had a lot of Red

and Blue

Pink is such a fake skin color

I want you in Black and White

with the dark hair 

coming up your belly

Look at the window with the lights on

I am in each and everyone one of them.

you are robert and david, and marcel and gianni

you are all the almost and in between

you are the i thought i knew and how could i

you are my therapy now

i really got to go

Walking down the Avenue

I hear a language I do understand

The breeze is not a Punch

and even if everybody looks the same

a 7 Dunkin’ next to Wall and C

I still see the lights

and that’s what’s new

You cannot save Me

no matter what You say

and I am afraid 

You have done me wrong

One time too many

I will not spend the night out

but in a place that is not mine

and never will be

Facing a window

Facing the World

that I want Mine so badly

so You see

it’s not You

but the City

Out of all the highways

and tiny streets

I stumbled upon

Never could I stand your gaze

for you were not real

No matter how many times

Love is not a Seal

and forever could be death

happiness is like hunger

both come and go

if only you could stop

aiming at a goal

you could realize

now is the stuff of one day

and every party is a story to tell

every love a joke you can share

maybe to cover up for the loss

or maybe to soak up 

like the summer sun