"Love"


When the words don't reach where the feeling doesn't end,
when things stay inside that the mouth doesn't express,
when the soul feels infinite how can I begin to explain that the blood in my heart doesn't stop.
It's held back on the outside and it stays still without wings and they give it words,
words that don't heal the loneliness but they try.
How can I say that what I want are hands, arms, and legs that feel.
That feel the thorns of the way the morning flowers
and above all your hands that so many hands touched and with mine they stayed.
And above all your hair, your face and your whole body
How can I say that what I want is to love you.
You just you and only you.

"Home"

Home a place where I was born
A place to be comfortable a
Place maybe far but in my
Heart always over the rainbow.
Home always over the downs
And by the sea
And under the clouds
And in the breeze.
To watch a family
Learn and grow
To come home from school
To tell what I know.
But the one thing
That's best about home
It's always close
When you really need it
the most.

"Song to My Living Soul"

If I could sell my soul to the devil,
I'm sure I would in exchange for a longer life.
Just one day more,
if I could I'm sure I would.
Some people say, and they're not wrong, that life is bitter sweet,
a little happiness and a lot of pain.
Devil I don't care,
let me taste a little more of life even if the day will be sad.
Devil I don't care,
give me more life,
a little more and in exchange I'll give you my precious soul.
I want to keep on feeling what life gives me:
wine to get drunk on for the rest of my eternity.
Crazy they call me,
who cares!
Crazy to grasp life,
to sofocate death.