Switching Hitches
Reverse Context, 2018
Octopus
Sparks submerged in the deepest blue,
tiny beings with red color swept in blue
there is silence in the wave cable
in the wave cable lies a treasure
Sparks starting from the ground
moving through the water in the blue
A message was left in the wave cable
in the wave between the folds of time
When I will come back
I will know what to say
when I will come back
I’ll be OK
Take my hand we’re not alone
Take my hand,
you must believe
in the depths of the sea lies the truth
in the depths of the sea lies a treasure
It’s so easy
give it a chance
Sure it won’t be dangerous
in the depths of the sea lies the truth
in the depths of the sea lies a treasure
When we’ll come back
it will be different
I’ll know what to say
When I will come back
I’ll be ok
Sparks submerged in the deepest blue,
tiny beings with red color swept in blue
there is a silence in the wave cable
in the wave cable lies a treasure
Do not strive
Do not get tired
Little Red Riding Hood
In a Frozen desert
Light snowflakes in her journey
both hands covered in blue of the sun
in the sky
(sun in the sky)
Footsteps and silence behind
through intricate woodland
And she thinks
it’s over
And she thinks
it’s over
And she thinks
it’s over
And she thinks
it’s over
Days pass
and eyes are tired
People’s clothes
change shape
Footsteps
and silence behind
Days pass
and eyes are tired
People’s clothes
change shape
Staring at the horizon
what it could be?
And she thinks
it’s over
And she thinks
it’s over
And she thinks
it’s over
And she thinks
it’s over
Run far away
Little Red Riding Hood
Found
The sense of imbalance
and trembling air
a pendant of my nightstand
in the morning
walking slowly
while the air
enters my lungs
I’m feeling that
I’m here for a while
And It’s a truth
that now makes sense
everywhere
There are things
I found
There are people
I found
Blue and yellow
the road sometimes I lose
Blue and green
the will to remain
My feet whisper
fragments of life
they brought me
here along
a purple and red path
There are things
I found
There are signs
that I’ve been able to find
I’ve no place
to bring you
because it doesn’t exist
I’ve no promises
because they would be untrue
I’ve no hope
because they’re useless
Blush
There’a blue bird
flying out in the air
Where light is pure an
thought are rare
there is a train
running out in the green grass
where the echoes of my mind
won’t become a shout
there is a place in childhood time
where I could feel
so deep
the fear
I wish I was weightless
and brave enough
to dare.
That blush perhaps
was made of shame
was made of guilty hopes
and as I saw
my strange hands tremble
I knew
it would not work
Now there is no dream to drown
that stomachache
that shifts my life
in a four letter word
Living in the upside down
Looking for the steering
that leads you in wonderland
I wish I was
I wish I cared
Instead of being busy
and the hell knows
how much scared
That blush perhaps
was made of shame
was made of guilty hopes
and as I saw
my strange hands tremble
I knew it would not work
Elsewhere
There’a blue bird
flying out in the air
Where light is pure an
thought are rare
there is a train
running out in the green grass
where the echoes of my mind
won’t become a shout
there is a place in childhood time
where I could feel
so deep
the fear
I wish I was weightless
and brave enough
to dare.
That blush perhaps
was made of shame
was made of guilty hopes
and as I saw
my strange hands tremble
I knew
it would not work
Now there is no dream to drown
that stomachache
that shifts my life
in a four letter word
Living in the upside down
Looking for the steering
that leads you in wonderland
I wish I was
I wish I cared
Instead of being busy
and the hell knows
how much scared
That blush perhaps
was made of shame
was made of guilty hopes
and as I saw
my strange hands tremble
I knew it would not work
I swim
fishes do not realize
the depths of the ocean
blue and electric milky,
pale and colorless
wander under a blanket of stars
and a fabric covers them
with brown concepts
the fish change direction
when they feel that the current has changed
the fish change direction
when they feel that the current has changed
There is an endless blue
There is an endless blue
There is an endless blue
and so we carry it within us
and in a country lane
while driving with you next
listen to me and still swim in useless thoughts
boiling of a yellow and a green abyss
while listening to the sound of the engine
your eyes are open on mine
and I look you
I look over my eyes
and I feel that we both lost.
I look into your eyes
and maybe see mine
and I feel that we swim
in this huge ocean
ripped the eyes of others
waste keep eyes glued to mine
Waste
Don’t waste me
hold me tight
hold me tight
tight to a need
before all the times
Don’t waste me please
Don’t waste me
You are the only wind
in which I could rest
Even when I’m stepping away
Even when I’m stepping away
Even when I’m stepping away
Even when it seems I’m stepping away
You are the only wind
in which I could rest
Living Separated by Dreams
A life that don’t belong to us
Focus on
Don’t waste
Focus on
Don’t waste
Let’s bring with us only the good
And leave
Where my Mind cannot reach
Flying Giraffes
I was washing the cat
and combing our dreams
Light was hurting me
and freedom was a joke
Please don’t wake me
Cause I’m having a vision
I’m having a flash
A narrow lane where green grass high
We’re walking through the light
Flying Giraffes
and green carrots
in the wind
Haunting hurricanes
and dirty sand bags
over me
I was boiling our courgettes
and combing my dreams
A blade of darkness washed me
but it was just a joke
Please wake me!
Cause I’m having a vision
and I don’t want to have anymore
A useless day in summer
with scraps of time all around
Giraffes and green carrots
in the wind
Haunting hurricanes
and dirty sand bags
over me
I was washing your cat
and combing our dreams
Light was hurting me
and freedom was a joke
Please don’t wake me
Cause I’m having a vision
I’m having a flash
LoopPool
Now that our time has run away
and the tape started to slide again
And there’s no way of giving way
to this surreal world
I restless try to give advice
Because it’s turned the way I listen to
and now I lie down on my knees
beside the pain and you think would disappear
But nothing is wrong and nothing would be real
We broke down the door a thousand times
and a thousand times we closed
And by the way who provoked the crack?
And now we’ve a different way to feel
Because it’s turned the way I listen to
there is nothing wrong
You now lie down beside the pain
(and you think would disappear now)
But nothing is wrong
and nothing has been be real night calls
Night Calls
with its dark undefined edges and pages
Night calls with its smooth soft skin and mirrors of pain
Night calls toward a dark shade
from which everything is born
and something went wrong,
but it’s been for while
Night calls
and I ‘ve never been good
to catch the cat tie as I tried
Night calls it’s been for a while
and I’ve cached it
with the corner of my eye
Night calls and as moth does I’ll follow
that pale light
As dreamers do night calls
The numbers do not have never given me reason.
The numbers never have followed me.
Before your call bring me back
from the edges of its storms,
the pitch of its ravines
and the material falls
and dreams from which everything is born
and to which everything will turn
Now that the night tide penetrates everything
Now that the numbers and measures fall
and lose their meaning,
Before your awareness come back into
a desert of sense
Night calls and I cannot resist
Night calls and there is not more you and me
The numbers do not have never given me reason.
The numbers never have followed me.
I’m turning round
I’m turning round
I’m turning round
I’m turning round
I’m turning round
I’m turning round
I’m turning round
I’m turning round