Surrender

so much, so little
so vague, so fulfilled
days by, months gone
what is it we’ve shown?

the laughs, the silliness
now feel like emptiness
no more you and I
was it without a try?

endless nights we’ve spent
wandering around the tent
gazing at the white sky
have we really ran dry?

hours in the silent web
thinking the thoughts we had
hurtful silence, strange absence
was it the wrong sense?

now the time is to surrender
to let go of the whole tender
learn again of that single tone
and return to the state of strange
and at all alone.

Afloat

She walked the night
She felt the cold
so many sites
nowhere to go

herself still filled with pain
her sorrows yet running through the veins
felt the hot cigarette burn her fingers
she had nothing else but to linger

foggy night, gelid air
please take away all this despair
so hard, so tough, all so low
she seek and seek but finds no glow

all in all are lost bets
she mourns the ones living yet
those questions spinning in the mind
no answers, nothing that is kind

a week was gone and so little changed
searching the ways to leave the damned
few further steps down on the street
she turned and felt the constant drift

facing the people in the walking flow
she turned to find the path in oak
emptiness was what she found as gold
and she felt deep that she was
truly afloat.

Seventeen

A week later than the usual, but I promise I’ve got a good reason for it.

Real life caught up with me and here lies a huge cliché of starting new chapters. I have indeed been writing you chapters and stories about our life and about how did we get where we did, but funny enough, this past week brought us a changing and turning point. Although already in repetition, it was fairly unexpected. It led us to misbelief and, although a ‘better judgement’ was questioned, we are still living in limbo upon these facts.

Here is the thing: no matter how much someone writes or tells you what they think and feel; you will never be able to fully grasp what truly goes on in their minds. Well, at least this is the feeling we are left with. Whatever you believed and bet your life in, vanishes in just a second, simply for one’s satisfaction and desire. It sounds sad and strange, but I guess the best thing I can say about it is that it is cruel.

Believing someone is one of the greatest gifts one can give. Evolution has brought us so much doubt about the world and an excessive amount of options in life which, of course, leads us to question what comes next and take an abnormal amount of time to make choices. Also, it gets us thinking about the future, love and prosperity. So many choices, so little known. And then, someone comes and gives you a heart to take care of. In return, you give yours. And you believe it will be safe there.

Time is the most powerful force in the universe, they say. It fixes things, healing and bringing it all to the right order, the one which should be in place. Time gets you to figure out how much you feel that you want to be together and how important are the people in your life. Time can be life changing and show that not only good things come from it, but also some truths of life.

And that is how our past week has been: all about time. We had to take time to pack, to think, to prepare. We tried to figure out how life was going to be, attempting to foresee the future and the people in it. So many different thoughts had overtaken my head for so long that it got hard to think of eliminating a pivot from it. And as time brought him in, only time will take him out.

As we, once again, remove ourselves from that life, we wonder what will be of the trust we once carried with us. So many times it has already been broken that our heart worries that this time has been beyond repair. Yes, I know we have talked about that already, but still… how can you believe someone again? Does love really vanishes overnight? How can words be said with such precision and, yet, be completely dismissed by the break of dawn? This time, no answers, my friend.

And so it’s time for us to begin a new chapter. In real life, in daily practice. We are faced with a completely different life than we expected to have right now and we need to adapt to it. So, yeah… time! There is a pool filled with sadness in our heart, but we are still believing that all of this is for the best. I guess it is the only hope that keeps us going, the only feeling we have left. Time will be our best friend from now on.

So, for now, we crawl tight under the blankets, we let the pillow dry our tears, we open our chest to the feelings to come and stay. We trust that if they see our pain, they soon will go. I know her heart will never be the same again, but I am here for her and I will try to protect her better this time, to see and examine the signs.

And may love, trust and tenderness one day, finally, truly come to stay.

History

The eyes were closed
but the mind was racing
her heart was hurt
and reality vanishing

All the hope she kept
was in vain rejected
no way back allowed
it was all for the crowd

So much grieve and sorrow
but no tear he shed
she wished another heart to borrow
but craved for another truth instead

Years of love and devotion
thoughts in slowmotion
heartbeat paused its streams
she said goodbye to those dreams

He said of life yet to be lived
shared would be only with his kin
her beat no longer with him fit
tears and sadness through her skin

Parted from a life of smiles
she felt to be sent to exile
and even with days and nights of pure misery
she recalled with tenderness
that love
which now was nothing but history.

Christmas

Days and years that go by fast
we think it’d a little longer last
our thoughts begin to gather
what a ride has been this latter

We join our plans as a family
think of everyone and any
wonder about presents and food
and start to set up the mood

Together we make it a feast
we laugh, we pray, and, oh, we eat
nothing matters but each one’s presence
not even the pile up of presents

So many years in such tradition
true happiness in limited edition
we try and keep it all alive
cos each is truly a unique time

Another time has come and gone
so much awaited for all and some
more memories made to last in pictures
oh, we really are a lovely mixture!

It is now time to say goodbye
I need to return to what is mine
you see, my presence there was just in mind
from that Christmas table that I so much miss
and that is truly
one of a kind.

Questions

Oh my, oh my
is it left or is it right
which one should I decide
either side is just so bright
although both cannot suffice

Oh my, oh my
many variables in place
doubts flying through a race
nothing leave a single trace
trying to run from disgrace

Oh my, oh my
heart, head, soul and mind
all confused and disguised
suddenly left petrified
moving, yet paralysed

Oh my, oh my
how am I to run away
the thought alone makes me insane
to leave this life, just so tame
to treat this fear as just a flake

Oh my, oh my
decisions I need to make
the choices and the paths to take
questions as an earthquake
I fear that I will break

Oh my, oh my
it all makes sense now
it’s me what it is all about
the future will always remain a doubt
and so the sky will clear away these clouds

Dreams

I had a dream about a girl who was pretty and sweet. She was beloved by many and as innocent as a young woman can be. She didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, she didn’t lie or betray. She was a pure and kind soul to anyone she encountered.

One day, while walking on the streets, she spotted a handsome male looking at her. He had a sharp look, but she didn’t gazed long. She wasn’t ready for boys. Her routine continued and they met again by surprise. The began to talk, shared a table and different talks. She left on with her mind wondering about staying.

A week had passed when they saw each other again. This time, he invited her to meet at night, go out for a dance and a bit of fun. She wasn’t a girl of the nights, but she agreed that she needed a break. Acceptances and preparations took place.

They met at a local club. Danced a bit, got a drink or two. She needed to drive back, so no alcohol for her. She wore nice heels and a beautiful party dress. Couple of hours gone and her rhythm began to change. She got slow, and the floor started to blur. She felt like faint and retired to the entrance. A woman came to help, when the guy backed her off. She herd him saying that all she needed was her boyfriend and no one else.

Deep breath and another one. And suddenly, it was all gone.

Lights everywhere, red and blue colouring the streets. She could barely see. Chattering people, screams of horror. She didn’t know what to think until she realised those eyes on her. She didn’t know where she was, but she felt her body in deep pain. Some warmth between her legs, she raised her hands only to see it covered in red. She fainted nothing but scared.

A lightening came through her head and her eyes opened to stare. Two familiar worried faces in front of her, the mom, the dad and tears without an explanation. She focused to feel her toes but the response told her that something was wrong. Questions came along with the doctor who had just come in. She didn’t know anything. Last think she remembered was being happy and then dozing off. As the explanations landed, it was all a horror movie.

He put her in the his car and got inside her. He raped her in the backseat while she was asleep. He promised to take care of her, instead, he was taking all he could. Hours later, when he was gone, her eyes began to open. He couldn’t be in trouble, he couldn’t be charged. He started the car, stepped down to fast forward and threw her out of the car along the way. He hoped she would never awake.

The news were everywhere: “slut shamed”, they said. “got what she deserved”, they shouted. While she would never walk again, her ears and eyes were all she wanted shut. “She shouldn’t be out alone so late”, they wrote. “look what she was wearing? she was asking for it!”, they guessed.

No words about the guy, no saying about the rapist. She was gone but it didn’t matter. She cried but nobody saw.
Her story was changed into a lie served raw.

I woke up in pain. Wishing it was only a dream, wishing it was something that it wasn’t real. But as dreams sometimes reflect our wild wishes, they also portrait the reality around us, bringing up the terrors and the fears the lie the deepest inside ourselves.

#metoo

Chaos

When everything becomes a faint
and you still try to explain
the blur of words attempt to come out
but only silence bring what’s loud

A life, a try, a shared tear
all in quest, with such a fear
holding on or letting go
a question to the very status quo

Many doubts in a single heart
many games but only draws
no winner could come out alive
no harm but to one’s pride

With tomorrow then divided
and today already outlined
no answers, only requests
nothing to hold on to but to do your best

A past hand in hand with today
addressing those fears from last May
firing chaos and shouts and disgrace
when the words that we should praise
ask, without fear
is please, dear, please stay.

Bright

Whatever is your light, let it shine
feel the world energy in the wind
let it blow through your veins
feel the breeze, crave for it
block whatever comes in vain.

Whatever is your mood, lift it up
it can be mild, it can be sharp
you can always scale it higher
extend your friendly hand
show others what it is to be a friend.

Whatever it is that you believe
a little, a lot or just a bit
find its source in your inner self
dig deeper into your heart
hold it close, it’s just the start.

Whenever your solitude feels too great
remember, please, it is not fate
neither your fault nor mistake
I can tell you, it’s just a phase
you only need a little bit of faith.

Whenever you feel like in despair
if you feel that nothing else is out there
grab your life by its balls
tell yourself you will not fall
stand up straight, it is your call.

No matter what sort of day you have
happy, plain, confused or sad
remember you are human and deserving
forget the wrong, focus on right
dress up on your better version
and witness the beauty
of your entire soul turning bright.

Silence

 

There’s a song in the silence inside of my head
a song of peace, lyrics of resistance
it goes from the start to the end
and rolls over and over again

There’s a song fulfilling my soul
words of freedom, praises to joy
it starts and ends on the opening eyes
it comes back in the morning and stay till the starts

There’s a song in the silence of my sadness
words of consolation, tales of forgiveness
its key is pressed on a lower note
the deep grave reminding me of quotes

The little words today spoken
belong to the silence of a heartbroken
which by sadness has been consumed
from hurting words said with no gloom

And the song in the silence insists on replay
trying to lift the spirits, send bad ones away
but the real issues are in the guts, look this way
the house of those feelings that
as it looks like
came to stay.