"It’s so good to feel my toes on the wet grass! And you know what’s even more impressive? It’s to think that billions and millions and thousands of years have passed, from the birth of stars to the planets, and on one of these pieces of rock some way smaller pieces of nothing became plants and animals, and created a brain so I could feel now my toes on the wet grass and smile."
"Sir, are you talking to someone?"
"Can you get off there, please? There’s a ‘Don’t step on the grass’ sign."
"Oh, my bad."
I look at the stars and they look at me
I dance below the stars while they sing to me
I ask them how it is like to fly
and they say there is more to the sky than I can see
The flirting ends here
When I realize none of us can be free
They trapped up there
I am here on my feet
May an umbrella offer some protection,
under the spotlight
what a perfect life
From trillions of cubes, you choose one; you rotate it; at some point only a face will be facing you; then you have a plan.
You chose that plan among six; you rotate it; at some point only a thin line will be facing you; then you have, well, life.
The world is so big we create ourselves prisons -
because there we are free.
We walk in circles and we are endless;
we breathe the same air and we are safe;
we lie face down and travel
to there, on the ground:
from a corner to another,
without going anywhere.
It was like I was the tornado in the basement, and people were walking in the sunny day out there.
Because used words are sold cheap in thrift shops, or donated for the ones feeling cold. I frozen didn’t get one. Well, I don’t even know what I’d do with them, anyway. You see, I have no education, I can’t match jolly and cahoots with this snakeskin shoe I inherited from my father.
Once a year you find a tiny island in this endless sea which is our life. It is the opportunity to look around, back and ahead, and see to where your boat, adrift, has taken you. Anywhere, it does not matter.
Why celebrate your arrival, or why feel sorry for the lack of sails, if the choices we make are just drops of sweat on this giant endless sea?
Let us do this: let us enjoy the ride, and I hope we can find ourselves again somewhere - far way from here.
I lost you in the haze, this maze with no walls which I thought it was my life — only to discover it as all my attempts to enclose you.
It was my chase,
through the haze to find you dry.
Life is a series of little deaths, and some failed attemps of rebirth.