Two Kids

I was in the train the other day

fortunately these two kids in front of me

one of them lean towards the empty seats

you know' the ones three in a row 

across from the other three 

they were there facing me 

well' not really but they were 

in a way 

so one of them lean gracefully and rested his limber body over the space awaited 

the other one slowly cross his arms and posed them calmly into his lap and curved inward and over 

long and extended back

they both cover their face which I never put very much attention and both fall to sleep 

in a restful and graceful manner 

their long legs and their young spine were able to breath through out the whole car 

a sober silence suspended the entire scene with such delicacy.

With so much elegancy. 

by The Shortfellow

New York City

20/04/15

*Beginning part of "You seat there" NYU Show 

**There is a dialogue voice in off that tun before lights come in and say

-...you go and work ! ..

-when lights come in Erick do a hand gesture like pointing the exit to somebody leaving the room. 

Grain Sound

I was not there

I was where the big idea was being formulate it

far away from the time you stand 

your perspective and your truly you can wait 

then 

the constancy of a star 

the screening of the lonely skies  

always there to navigate noble 

and the point of view can be 

scan of the future 

with out conquering its land 

the rhythm of meteors signing across orbit

there is something giving everyday 

remember that '! 

and continue the counter attack 

the guidance of your children and your body hanging in the garden's pool 

my place 

your place in the evening before the spring finish

touch me 

and get involve with the curiosity on my flesh 

take the centuries of oppression away 

and touch me again to see the truly you that keeps coming towards strongly 

to dig sparks from the spark 

emulate the consciousness before 

your tissue and bring me back 

bring me back to the land of our mysterious memories

be Us

and lets hold hands and fly.

by The Shortfellow

Red Hook,Bklyn NY 

19/04/15

No Moon

No no no no no

no more kissing 

no more touching 

no more hugging

no more risking your fragile 

tissue against mine 

no no no

no please 

oh aha uhm ! 

Okay...? 

well no more 

there is a rule 

about brushing your teeth 

then now look at it 

is not moon out there 

Where are you ?! 

Aha ! There you are silly boy.

by The Shortfellow

Red Hook,Brklyn NY

18/04/15

Canto ( to the others )

Verse I

A woman with big hands 

a bird flying here and low

down the river species of fish I will never know

the shadow of a cat behind the trash beans getting bigger and bigger

the late summer in the city

my sheets no washed since 

the clouds with shapes I don't recognize from this angle 

my anger

the guy in the square who is more than beautiful 

he is a movie star in the movies I will never made 

the songs I sing 

and the words of the singers when they signing live 

my sadness 

the two stores building 

and the kids running up and down in the park always running up and down 

they will grow also 

their names I will ever know ?

The list of my imaginary groceries 

the doctors in the family 

my sense of freedom

when is summer time

and my sense of captivity 

when is winter 

I want to be 

there with the man who is ready

my sense of readiness

this beahavior of my mind 

the gym packed before six

the noise across the street and 

the race being extinguish from earth

we will remember them ? 

my side of the story 

and the tricks the losers try after loosing  

my heart 

and the path of my feelings before arriving there 

do I will ever 

the french pyrenees 

or the tall trees in the forest 

deep in time before I meet them 

this light against the wall before 

I go to sleep

my friends in spain 

and the ones departed before the last super

they are 

an amusement park as the size of my body rest desperate beyond a border still yet to reach 

and is okay

is there 

some where in the gens of my next life.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

13/04/15

Verse II

Memory of my fragile me

and the lonely woman with the hands 

and the little mind behind in the first car

there is a parade I will never celebrate but not now

the dying peace

our fathers

and our mothers 

days ahead drumming omen

with a silence that moves waters 

that become the rivers that bring thr fishes closer and closer 

like a sign we may be never learned how to read 

and yet we read 

we follow the lines of these figures 

side to side matching with big eyes 

the Eyes of the universe 

through a gut we fill up with illusion

my head 

and the limbs of this trembling me 

walking on a tiny but surely alley of joy 

and a house 

small with a farm as backyard 

my real wife is here 

my soul and my forks 

the table my grandparents prepare every night while they take care of Us 

and Us again 

and Us 

and the repetition of our children joining the long lines of glory every saturday

we didn't need religion then 

my bag pack and my sister

the blouse of this girl on the tracks falling after midnight 

and the end of my rehearsal thinking 

about the most beautiful guy through the window

I shout his name in that particular moment when I lost control

many times the sunshine 

and many times 

the pain 

ever shared but today 

an is gone 

fly above yes 

you can see it building patterns through the multiple cloudy sky 

like birds 

is coming back and we are here 

with a piece of bread for it

with it we will fly and we will eat

we here

I am here 

calling

by The Shortfellow

New York City

13/04/15

Verse III ( Charly )

Walking to the edge of the tracks 

thinking about how funny our beginning

then the company then the wind on that evening glamorous Brazil

real stars in real time with real tittles

our life

the carrousel of color and your git body into an heavenly distress 

for me for the next for the nervousness 

the disco moves in entire and endless nights 

at the hotel and the famous opera houses around the world 

we were the fantasy of those coming 

and the vomiting of the presenters in the next morning 

the opening of the bussiness at the main square 

baggy jeans my friend

my smile over time an under 

the trial of life start with you an travel with you 

after all these years you may be the reason

why tears do not count 

there you are in my new album 

lets remember and make it 

make it real good 

the waving of the water in the pools we played drowning the glasses full of red wine 

snacks and friends 

plenty of dance ahead 

waiting in sunny Ancona 

party boys listening to the violin after night 

an the musicians 

I am very sorry I had a "boyfriend"

Damn me and love 

what is that anyway amigo ? 

Smile forever learn 

damage bed above the roof of new york city

your delightful taste 

my dreamed better me 

our heart 

out there our heart 

always there in reflexion if our self our body 

the only one this life time

I am wishing you well 

so far the only one 

plenty to talk 

then the laughter 

then you 

then sex

then youth forever.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

15/04/15

Moment

Then all of the sudden I dont want to talk about anything the words resume in an empty space where facades switch one after the other fast an precipitated in a near distance 

I am aware I can see all this

but I am an expectator 

a witness of the cosmic choice 

unfolding an unresting 

generous engine of the peculiar 

the evening is trading time of the stars an their fellows 

the displacement of my wings a conversation with a God that I belong to and that I have stare in the distance admiring the path 

also

and as well 

like the children following the brightest light in the neighborhood skies 

every where and every time while the dusk 

the dusk 

the dusk

the dusk culmination the volume of your heart and mine 

blended on a bender fast 

another wall and another shift to another color to another wall to another shift

I am here and I will be 

I will be 

here I am.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

05/04/15