Bread

Some flour and salt and water in a stove and the bread is warm the right amount of crisp and dough ready to be eaten Inside the bread a secret hides it is old as the world and young as

Bread

Some flour and salt and water in a stove and the bread is warm the right amount of crisp and dough ready to be eaten Inside the bread a secret hides it is old as the world and young as

A fire

A fire burns through my building dense smoke drowns the corridor in fog the blaze as I open the door of my room pushes me back in fright and I retrieve myself trapped trapped within walls of fire It is

A fire

A fire burns through my building dense smoke drowns the corridor in fog the blaze as I open the door of my room pushes me back in fright and I retrieve myself trapped trapped within walls of fire It is

I don’t doubt of your love anymore

For long I’ve been torn hoping for you to love me as I loved you but not daring to believe in it fully And now I’ve been through fire and hell I doubt of your love no longer I feel

I don’t doubt of your love anymore

For long I’ve been torn hoping for you to love me as I loved you but not daring to believe in it fully And now I’ve been through fire and hell I doubt of your love no longer I feel

Inquisition

The temptation to fall in a false reality is sometimes strong as my words uncensored fly to the four corners of the world Should I trap my song inside a box of steel should I censor the notes I play

Inquisition

The temptation to fall in a false reality is sometimes strong as my words uncensored fly to the four corners of the world Should I trap my song inside a box of steel should I censor the notes I play

Trapped

I’m trapped the soil is hard and cold the walls are blind but they let in the cold there is nothing to soften the view but a blanket inside which I’ve made my dwelling the blanket shelters me not only

Trapped

I’m trapped the soil is hard and cold the walls are blind but they let in the cold there is nothing to soften the view but a blanket inside which I’ve made my dwelling the blanket shelters me not only

The mountains are not the same

The mountains without you are not the same they are here without being present as though they were cut in cardboard on the scene of a theatre their depth and their dreaminess and the sense of magic they bring is

The mountains are not the same

The mountains without you are not the same they are here without being present as though they were cut in cardboard on the scene of a theatre their depth and their dreaminess and the sense of magic they bring is

Push

You have pushed and pushed and pushed me until instead of pushing back or pulling away I learnt to stand still and cover you in kisses Slap me in the face and I will keep giving you my cheek until

Push

You have pushed and pushed and pushed me until instead of pushing back or pulling away I learnt to stand still and cover you in kisses Slap me in the face and I will keep giving you my cheek until