I am complicated.

I know
There's no use pretending.
(And I know you know)
I am complicated.

You can get simpler people, simple as empty boxes
-You may already have one-
Life is easier with people like that
But somehow, without bright colors.

I am complicated - and very strange-

Like a time machine

-A mechanism full of cables, nuts snd bolts-

and mulriple functions.  

Some people can get addicted to me
to live on the edge every day.
To die and reborn with a kiss.
Love can be addictive, very.

I am complicated
-no middle tones-
Full speed on every hug
A lightning on every kiss.

Am an artist honey...
Do you know how that feels?

A.

Look to the sky for a while.

Turn your golden face to the sun
So many adventures could happen today
-let them come true-
Life will not wait for us.

I wish I could be with you forever
But that's probably just me
That's probably just a wish.
(Dreams floating on a quiet river.)

I sometimes see your face
And my heart -and the whole life-
Stops for a second
while my mind goes blank.

When do we lost the path
to the land of happily ever after?
Was it ever in your plans
Or was it just a dream?

With the current reality...
Do you really want to live forever?

A.

Better than that.

I know you've been feeling sad
-You've got the right to be mad-
but it doesn't justify where you are.
(You can do better than that.)

I know am the one to blame
-I just got caught in your game-
and after you're gone I've been doing stuffs.
But you can do better than that.

Long ago I quit my reflex
of getting into bed with you
and take from life what is available
But you, my dear, you can do better than that.

A.

Am I wrong?

Am I wrong?

To think that your red colours are brighter than a fairy lips. 

Am I wrong for having that vision?

To think the way you taste is for real.

To feel am on top of the world when I have you. 

But...that's just how I feel !

Am I wrong?

A. 

It feels so good.

It's a high temptation...and we knew it. It's a sweet sensation. We couldnn't just stop. 

I keep breaking my own rules, trying to forget about the consequences. 

It all comes down to the fact that it feels so good.

It feels so good...

Like gourmet mayonnaise spreaded on top of white bread. 

-Not allowed for the chubby ones.-

A. 

Does it matter?

You have it all figured out.
You have your whole life in chains.
Theres no space in your world
for a moment of true love or tenderness.

And you are ok with that
as we know -is part of your plan-
but sometimes, tell me my dear
don't you miss my loving heart?

Don't you miss to stop the world
in the middle of a kiss
and feel that you are not breathing...
Don't you miss any of this?

Is your plastic paradise
-fake as a Barbie blood-
good enough to clean your smile
of our genuine and strong love?

Does it matter that much to you?
-You live in an empty paradise-
Does it matter that I'm writing these words
while looking at the stars?

Does it matter?

Tell me we both matter, don't we?

A.

I still have a dream.

I have a dream
of blue turtles flying high
and mountains of roses
gently touching the sky.

I have a dream of purple dolphins
sleeping under magic carpets
waiting for the flute to leak magic tunes
waiting as sleeping puppets.

I have a dream
I still have a dream
of you and me living together
of you and me living in happiness.

A.