Blow of blues

Blow of blues

was written in October 2002

 

 Twenty-seven years already that I write words

Twenty-seven years already, so many words

So many made you flee, tears as rain overturn

Remind me that I am. Silence, constantly return

 

That I hide my thought. Thinks you are on case closed?

Long blues. Hidden from others as written cursed

Solitude is the path which I have to talking

You crossed my life and I saw you leaving

 

If now I speak to nobody. Felling so alone

I feel so lonely, I don’t tell anyone

So much reminder of my crazy decision

I asked you to go out. It’s strange this impression

 

I don’t dream about sun and the cornfields "walls"

I don’t recognize even anymore my voice

 

 

Twenty-seven years already that I spend time

Always nothing precise everything tires me

“Bizarre” to think the giggles later lake cry

Without moving to this faintness which increases. Why?

 

Doubt these people who consider stronger than God

I’m lost to look my way, too. Too much for my road

Wanting to be better than them. Turn back behind

Always no answers and since my life is insipid

 

Cracking by jealousy my hopes are gone with you

Buy my inmate stupidity, that deserve you

My life is tasteless, always this desire to go back

As hope to reach happiness but everything became again back

 

My soul is ice; there are autumn songs in me

Nothing temps me. Bring out of my melancholy

 

Twenty and more, drool texts after a headlong rush

If your memories of us pursue me to lurch

And I only want to drink to forget the life

I don’t have a full link not desire, itself

 

That I try to know and later by shed tears, only

What I might be tomorrow, nothing attracts me

Strange to think that us isn’t seen again. Never

Oh, why? When you gave me a taster forever?

 

You’re not any more there, I ‘m not dreaming of sunshine

I don’t think more at the wonders that leaves us the nature-line

Fortunately, as time passes and tasteless

To other people, no? One day I will leave my place

 

Hope they have more hope, more desire, more joy, more paces

That they will not make that they have the faith…