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
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