COLORSHIFTER

More than a year has passed by now, she´s on the road and he´s on a cloud, they´re still together though somehow. Their bond is stronger than they ever thought it would be, life with a purpose is the way she tought him. They build their own life, commited and sure, to be the best they can at whatever task they have in mind. Look through her eyes, into her soul, what´s the name of that color ?, he just doesn´t know, it´s so beautiful that it´s name must remain unknown, only to be pronounced by those who dare to put the name of a color in love. Those lights in the sky at night, have their own way to say it might. Her presence is with him all the time, can´t be that difficult to find her out there, when she´s already near in his mind.

MANDRAX AND ONE MORE LINE

"Shut up !!" she screamed out loud, eyes closed but concious that there was no one else around. He was hangin from a thin thread of an ancient rope, almost forgot what was the concept of the word hope. Tomorrow was a day so far away, hours and minutes seem like years for them they say. She barely eat something, just looing for a place to plug her guitar and sing. "Don´t blame all that on me" he whispered to his broken reality, now that the walls, the cars and lights, all turned into a nightmare city life. Not everything is lost on planet Earth, maybe is a matter of choosing carefully what is, and what is not worth. On this days when all they have is the blues, they will just keep on walking with their ragged old shoes.

TOGETHER ALONE

A day like today not so long ago, she let him come near her and didn´t let go. They enjoy their time together until the last moment they could, life put him in one of those situations were there is no use to ask what will had happened if she would...? Some people say to him; nothing else to do but move on, he knew where he was going before, now he seems lost since she has gone. Infinite pieces of this incredibly beautiful puzzle all around the floor, he´ll work on it day and night until it´s done, only then, not before, he would knock on her door. What a special day back then, a brand new warm invention was waiting for them. Every now and then they let their emotions take over and cry, show a little bit of truth so they don´t ever need to lie.

NIGHT TIME SWAN

He was looking for shelter in the wrong place, while she was working hard and already find her space. Good things happen to good people, one friend said, but this kid is not even using his head. Is it so terrible to miss that girl´s scent? for him was the best time spent. Go back in time cannot erase the crime, live the life as it is now is the best thing he could find. Fear of living alone is a minor part, at that momment he thought he know who was the owner of the other half of his heart. Mind twisted puzzles give them reason and hope, even when they realize most of the time they´re hanging from a thin thread of what once was a strong, thick rope. There´s no rescue team on this ancient sport, they have to find their way out with no help of any sort. Nightmares present themselves as owners of the night, not all of them ending with the bright morning light. Trying to fix that big hole in the sky, it never works, is another night going to bed asking again "why?".

THE UNCOMFORTABLE COMBINATION

There was food on the table, but no one will eat, they rather be hungry but walking free on the cold street. Carrying a lifetime on their shoulders and no ceiling above their head, move until the sunrise, they know there ´s no safe bed. Surrounded by colored figures from old magazines explaining without words something really deep, possibly the meaning of those dark memories they´re not allowed to speak. Hidding between the shadows on a perfect moonless night, if only the mind hunters would rest and accept to loose this fight. Kind words from a gentle friend, turns to be the begining of a very unpleasent end. Messed up on a reduced space and a brain so numb, no way to escape from this place just keep on playing dumb. Under yellow city lights they felt the blues, for sure no one else want to be on their shoes. A palace built from wood is easy to burn, no more chance for them, they just took their last and only turn.

THE MIRROR

It wasn´t the first time they were affraid of destiny, have to move on, and learn from time when it´s all done. Feel her presence is a constant in his life, now that any game includes a knife. Closed his eyes and the images came to his mind, after all he knows she´s one of a kind. Walking slowly through silent roads, wandering always when calm will calm to those. Every image has her scent, impossible to to doubt it, just wish her well. Bringing flowers as a gift, hoping the good side of him never ends it´s shift. No place to go back, just build a new home, forever scared to be alone. Eating apples in the middle of the night, wishing to fall asleep and end that stupid fight. Searching to find a quiet piece of land, where he can be free to hold her hand. Where art is the way, is all around, get rid of that damn silence, where her tunes are the only sound.

THE MILLION DOLLAR SMILE

It seems impossible that not so long ago, her kind words could change almost all. He was sure that alone he´d be lost, how could he sail safe and back to her beautiful coast. For some time it was good to sleep on the ground, and all those momments that he cryed and no one listened to any sound. He found shelter between books and twisted writing, now that there´s no one near to end up fighting. They both have the wounds still open caused by the sutil weapons of love, if they look carefully there´s always some sign of hope in a star on the sky above. Don´t give up, is something he must do, "How can I do that" - he thought - "if I don´t have you." When did that dream started? He didn´t remember. No logical explanation to their actual situation, experts say is only a matter of perception. He raised his hand and touched a little bit of sky, as he wondered, is it another experience there for him, or just again the same question "Why"?

3D SHADOWS

His complex, inmature mind refuse to believe in reality, they grew up with a "die fast" mentality. Living on an open door prison cell, he refuses to listen the veredict that only Time can tell. She´s not here or even there, when it´s time to call, no one can find her anywhere. Clean the screen for a better drive, it´s a long, painful way to that place where they will never arrive. They shared all the love they could, passionate and violently he say, wish that it could be different, but at last he was just one more guy she met on her way. Never thought to get that far, always dreaming about reaching that last lonely star. Banged his head against the concrete wall, one more time he let her love break his soul. No way to go back, and undo what´s already done, the wounds turning into scars remind him the sadness of what it means to be a man. No compassion for them both of any kind, now they wonder after this, what else is out there for them to find.

THEIR SOUL WILL HAVE TO WAIT

A coat with empty pockets and a non-stop sleepless brain filled with opposite opinions about the same thing, just to fill the void, no reason to break their bubble, to be hungry, homeless, anxious or paranoid. Not tired enough to be asleep, the darkness of their broken heart is now too damn deep. Leave them alone, the world is their home, and if they need, they know where to go to get some. Their inner child is growing old, their soul feels empty now that it has been removed and sold. Alone, in a sea of people watching them move, where there is no God and nothing else to prove. Walking on that thin line, dividing the reason and the insanity, their worst problem is that fucking disorder of personality. Throw them to the eternal heat from Hell, either way the path they took wasn´t well. Little red dots on a daily vision, their life have completely lost what once was their true mission. Whisper that magic words to their ears, although you know everything you say will end up in awful tears. Don´t visit or call them again, your voice is only going to cause them more of that self destructing feeling to deal with an unbearable pain.

ALWAYS READY TO BE ALONE

When the needle is that deep, they no longer walk on their own two feet. To float is not a physical state, has become a nasty side effect that they hate. No reason to worry, not even a natural disaster or any kind of hurry. Silence is so far away, although quiet is the way they stay. Don´t get near them preaching with your big smile and fake hope words out loud, because you know that you ´re the only one that´s going to feel proud. Their youth is almost done, so sad to see the life of this kids is almost gone. Too much pressure living underwater, could any existing Hell be more painful or is it just simply hotter? Noise becomes a beautiful melody in their broken dark world odissey. Feelings vanishing like healthy smoke, this children are abandoned with no luck or hope. Don´t look for them or try to pray; confussion, hunger and sadness is where long time ago they choose to stay. Not even a million tears can wash away and free them from a lifetime built on years of making all those heavy mistakes.

THE NEXT DREAM

He lost his mind between heaven and hell, no friends or family to say good bye or even a farewell. Angry fists directly to his head, some day will get peace when he´s dead. No mess around when he travels on his own cloud, not even one reason to feel proud. Some dose of calm and violence mixed with anger and happiness becomes a breakfast of lucid madness. In his world of no regret there´s no use to forgive just, better to forget. Laying down on the dark side of the sun, hard core feelings rise against his old man and a crazy mom. Deep down in a hole without a light, is it possible to get any lower?... may be with one more fight. Average brains watch without understanding, the only war he´s always fighting. Run away to the only place he´s welcome, that has become his home when he want some. Illusion and reality seem the same, the best place to get naked and loose his name. He knows this situation will never end, until he kills the last of his weakest friends.

HOUSE OF THE ILL

There´s no use in denying the obvious result, he would be carrying for the next year all the fault. Several months had passed and still more to come, until he learn to live alone with all that he had done. No runaway path to solve every question, some may say is just a matter of perception. Cold as a frozen stone, his heart fight to keep warm or will burst and blow. Who could care and at the same time be aware about everything they once shared. Simple words are complicated when love goes underrated. Life seems so easy when it´s over the time of spending the night out in the cold and freezing. It´s time to learn and grow strong, only after that moment they´ll know where they really belong. No need to raise the voice, staying or leaving is always their free choice. Never intend to harm her at all, now between them is a hard concrete wall.

ON THE SIXTH DAY

He came alone and quiet, not to forget his home but silent. A world of fear he left behind to be sure not to loose his mind. Fix again what was broken in vain, no more hurt when he´s face to face to the nameless pain. Be on time careful not to leave behind all the shadows and the light that they share, now they make his life so bright. Now alone but not forget the one and only day they met. Some kind of satisfaction running under the skin, no more reasons for the uncomfortable pain between. Logic is the name of the game, after playing this they will never be the same again. Once she tried to run and hide, now she knows he´s everywhere for her to find. Desperation was no longer the first feeling, on this new road to their way of healing. Now and then they close their eyes, not even distance can confuse the truth with some insignificant angry lies. Miscommunication is no more a defect now that their minds move on a world of respect. A higher power rule their life. The angels all around make every dark day feeling turn clear and the whole smile nice. Meditation is not an option yet, they are observed like cheap actors on a T.V. set. Can´t find a reasonable or logic solution to understand how to clean their own body pollution. Several paths end up here, could be the beggining or the end of all things near. A final smile blow their mind, happiness is not that hard for them to find.

AND WHAT IF...?

The sun hides and the night comes for a reason, they live in darkness and not only for this season. Once they find a place, no one can cross their space. No enemies or big aliance, without knowing, they are working on a new kind of science. Sit together when they feel alone, is just one way both have to be like home. She brings the happiness and the pain, he´s already gone bad and it´s easier to go insane. Do not shout or scream, that´s going to make her even more affraid of him. Meeting people standing in a corner, now their world has no more order. Feeling lonely even together, stress and tension has become their all year weather. Their is no safety zone when the earthquake hits their home. Such storm and heavy rain, makes it harder to stand the pain. A sunny day laying in the sand, doesn´t mean it´s easier to understand. Good vibes all around, but she needs to see him laugh or at least listen to that sound. Coming back feels so strange, maybe they needed that painful change. Wondering why, her life passes by. Doing things wrong only makes her feel strong. There´s a lot of trouble living in their bubble. Sometimes they agree to be sad, there´s nothing bad about that, just the deepest feeling of turning irreversibly mad.

BEAUTIFUL PAIN

Everything is fine in the higher lands, everyday the sun rises and shines. Rocking her world with amusement and control, ignoring that one day she ´s going to lose it all. Even for her it´s to much to take, when she´s almost convinced to be making the same mistake. In their life together they didn´t ask for much, they still get excited with each other´s touch. The situation is difficult, not only because she´s kind and beautiful but also they need to make from their life something useful. No time to waste with their strange kind of taste. Her name is something he won´t forget maybe lying to himself , wondering about the unexplainable reason why they met. No conclusion to a never ending story like this, it´s an amazing new world infront, like when they had their first kiss. No doubt about what they want, even though everyone say they can´t. Why must she cry to feel alive, is it not enough pain like when she play with the sharp kitchen knife ? Already broken and forgotten, their past make their future seem rotten. Red flowers full of thorns is all that he gave her, after the scary storm.

MELODY

Her day begin at the break of dawn, grab her tool and start the song, she´s afraid but nothing´s wrong. The sound is loud and deep, like the dreams they have when they fall asleep. No words to describe the kind of art she does, it´s a natural talent that she has. Running straight into the woods, the only way to find her roots. No time to hate, joy is a mental state. When she think of him, sometimes cries, between them there are no lies. After listening to her for a while, at the same time he cried and smiled. The distant future brings some hope, now that love is their only dope. Living together then running away, now they know where they want to stay. Under the shadow of the big old trees, he´s waiting for her, to ask the question down on his knees. Always looking for a better place, if she wants, he can take her into outer space. Close to the border they walk together, they both know the change is now or never. Far beyond the stars conspire, not even all the water in the world can stop their fire. He listen close to what she say, about their life in peace, waiting lonely for that magic day.

THE RETURN

She´s not really sure what´s there waiting for her, everything she has done back there was only stare, now just wating, thinking, trying to be aware. She came looking for a different future, always learning from a different culture. Being alone is the best for now, she has no clue about who, why, what or how. Dance around the music of her own mess, while the rest, look at her as if she was less. No regrets, never make no bets. She rather stay still until she lose her will. Being quiet and moving slowly has always been the clue for surviving lonely. Come back was not her plan, she was forced as some dreams they turned into sand. Has to fix a lot of stuff, give her one more cause, for her it´s never enough. Leave her alone, either way everyone has already gone, time to walk on the sunny streets without a place to call home. Jump the fence but don´t knock on the door or come inside, she´ll be waiting on the darkest corner, gun on her head, ready to shoot, paranoid, confused and so afraid. If you want to help, stay away, you can talk but she has nothing else to say. End these shouting and kicking, no other way when she started the game knowing that the important pieces were always missing.

MY CAT´S NAME IS COPÉRNICO

Since day one he was alone, learned to play and love on it´s own. Everything he observed and listen at, can be studied for weeks before realizing what is what. He doesn´t get confused or frustrated, whatever people think of him is always underrated. Is a strange wonderful creature, big, lovely, silent, lonely, hairy mixture. Is my best friend, like a brother on an imaginary family, always thinking undescribable things of humanity. He sleeps under the sun and plays under the moon, no time to be late or soon. If you cross his way, just smile if you don´t have nothing to say. Even though I´m far away, I love his hairy figure as if I spend with him everyday. He used to crawl inside my bed to keep warm, I guess when he see me, know there is no harm.