Mother’s Letter

Long time before this crowd
I was living in a dream.
In that time it was not allowed
to be living without the Green.

Oh I’m not seeing,
with all my mother’s blindness,
a human being
son and God in the kindness
to support me with his brightness.

So someday I will scream so loud
that you will hear nothing else.
In that day I will kill all this crowd
by letting me run to somewhere else.

And just when your suns will come to me,
by asking you for the time of that old tree,
just then you will achieve
how the money is not your victory,
how wrong was your believe.

Money is not to eat as not to drink.
It is not to compete as you may think.

White houses…

White houses spell the Sun.
In underground my self
the houses and the sea are one.

The moon spells the tides. As it be.
And I ask why she lies in the bed of the sea

The wind kisses my face
In underground my self
he kisses the round of the waves.

As I walk around the clock without time,
the sand in my board turns me into the lord of the shine.

Covered by this grass I can see
what progress takes away.
We have to choose fast what to be
and which will be our way.
Trying to see the smile of the day.
Trying to be that smile.

As the moon spells the day so I wish to stay
in this kingdom where the mood can turn Apollo’s car into a star

Tripping by morning

Living in the night
we can see so many situations.
Drinking Gold Strike
we can feel so many innovations.
Walking side to side
we can make our globalization.
If before we cried
now we drink to our satisfaction.

Tripping by morning
we can make our party land.
The cliff is storming
The painting give us the hand:

- Hello my friend! Do you remember me?
- I don’t know!... Probably…
Don’t you see!?
I’m tripping by morning...

Show me the way

I just want to go to the land
where the party has no end.
And who do I will meet there?
Is the lady from nowhere.
As me, she just want
to have some fun,
with her cowgirl hat
and her toy’s gun.

So I run and I run, as my friend,
to the place of unconditional high.
Fun and fun without end
is all what we want just before we die

People what are you doing!?
You seem all zombies.
Put your best smile
as some happy monkeys.
Jump with satisfaction
because you are here today.
You will be the new attraction
So make mosh and say:

“Show me the way to the next whisky bar.
Release me from sadness and take me to far
away from my insanity
away from this society.”

Just do what you feel.
Don’t receive orders from any creep.
You are not a piece of steel
to be used by the blacksmith.

Monkeys

I see a thousand monkeys
screaming and jumping like in a zoo.
I don’t know where they go.
I don’t care. Should I know!?

They think to be bright.
They are the owners of earth.
They have their spirits blind.
They are just God’s sheat.

Oh! In their dreams
they are all kings and queens.
But in the real
they are not gold but steel.

Even in the Heaven’s doors
They would say to me:
- Tell the keeper you are my friend.
They are blind they wouldn’t see
the doors of their end.

Monkeys! Monkeys! You don’t know who you are!
Monkeys! Monkeys! From the light you are so far.

Feel

I don’t want to feel
what the people feel.
I don’t want to see
what the people want to be.

I don’t want to need to lie
just to be a leash.
I don’t want to have to lie
just to be rich.

I don’t want to cry
just to be pure.
I don’t want to not try
and spend my life as poor.

So please my friend
show me the way to be a men.
So come my friend
and make the dream,
please be my queen.

Oh then we can fly
in our dreams and their dreams.
We can get the moon and the sky
and forget our crimes.

We can get the spoon of the life
and drink the tea of the true.
I don’t like to live in lies
so for me my queen are you.

Is this only a dream?
Are you really real?
If you are not a dream
then I am walking on the road of my feel
for you.

Underground

Living underground
like a zombie in the night,
losing my ideals,
losing for what to fight.
Dismissing all around,
I’m the general of my dark light.

I’ve started the walk in the way I found.
But once I’ve stopped my brain around.
I can not talk. I’m feeling down,
I need some dope. I want to be high.

Cause I am losing my proud,
in the way I found
by some haters I’m surrounded
Cause I am being a cloud
the song of life without sound,
the fog of drugs is around.

Trying to hide the problems,
trying to hide the reality.
But trying I live unconscious
losing my vitality
So trying I get more troubles,
and I preferred to not see

Such a dark way of life,
need some coke to seams alive,
need some drugs to kiss the sky.
Always needing something but not my life

Can I fly to somewhere?
Can I try to be someone?
Can I buy the ticket to nowhere?
Cause here I don’t see the light of the sun.

Tell me I’m not alone

I’m trying to see my own light,
but when I look I just see darkness.
Surrounded by the blue birds,
which want to give me the night,
sometimes I feel like the deep ocean.
There is so hot but I’m so could.
So I cry and I cry. But it’s ok.
My tears are like a hope
which walk and walk until the day
that I will find my island,
lost in the immensity of my stupid witches.
So maybe one day
an angel, who came from my dreams,
will turn my light on.
Maybe that day wil be my death and it’s ok.
Just then I will find I’m not alone
I’m not the only one…in this fight.
My problem is I don’t know which is my side.
So I run and I run until the day
I will cry for my last tear.
And then?... Then I will try to play...
with my gun... trying to kill my last fear.