Seasons change.

Seasons change

Sweet things turn out to bitter.

The rain dissapears and we have to go on. 

Seasons change.

Feelings change. 

People change. 

It is what it is. 

And the world continues turning.  

Sometimes we have a paradise in our hands

and can't believe our luck

next year we found ourselves in different places

with same pillows in different faces.

The wind is cold and we have to get some shelter. 

Our lips are broken and we need to rest

We then miss the face of a pretty girl

and our hearts sing a sad song in silence...

A.

People change.

People change

They go 16000 kilometers -or more-

If the river is dry and the horizon is hostile

if there are no chances of a good life.

People go to greener places

-or to the desert if required-

to find inner peace 

and someone to love. 

Sometimes diying from inside

walking away really slow...dragging their feet

But people answer from deep inside

to the survival instinct. 

And when people decide to leave

without regrets or remorse

there's nothing left to say.

There's only forgotten moments and some dust. 

A.

You want more.

Club Queen on the downton scene

Born to be wild

When they all say hello, you try to ignore them...

Cause you want more...

And that's what it's all about

with you.

You want more.

A.

Marilyn.

Marilyn Monroe was a living proof

of the heavy price to pay

when a pretty girl plays with fire 

and become an expensive toy. 

She used to fly and play with dragons

and sleep on weekends in a white castle. 

But the cristal sandal was not for her, no

it didn't fit her. It couldn't fit her. 

Marilyn was a prisoner of fashion

and the owner of all hearts. 

A scared lonely mermaid 

playing cards with the sky.

We may say she lived a curious life

We may say she was the center of some universes.

But she was not an eternal shining sun

She was the mistress of thunder, mistress...nothing else. 

A. 

Art and love.

Art and everyday objects

go hand in hand

as my love and the memories of your kisses

through out my lonely nights. 

And I don't know if you even remember my face.

A.

Caught up.

I go around

flying on my own sky

pretending am a free bird

-not knowing am caught up

in the net of your hair

from the very first time we kissed-

A.

Snake charmer

I didn't love you because my heart said so, no.

I loved you - on a regular basis -

I loved you with all the blood in my veins

because even when I close my eyes, I still can see you. 

You were like a golden, exotic, precious snake charmer. 

Just when I thought I couldn't love anyone, anymore,

You came into my life 

and gave me love

and gave me hopes. 

And then I played your tune

and then I was your lover

-because I loved you that much-

But I wouldn't normally do these kind of things. 

A.