on the metro

a hard week: pretty exciting for music, pretty hard and demotivating at work

There is an energy in the air
trees shake and cry
people wear sunglasses

Feet breathe in the summer rain
no more white but colours
Feet Bleed in my song

Green leaves left on the table
a drrink for lovers
only cold will sort effects

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on the way back from paris 12th may

A train leaves in the rain
two people sit inside
the bus will take them then

Water in a bottle dries up
the plastic gets crushed
my thirst is alive

The mountain top still dropped snow
it was mid may
no time to sky

The dog was at the fair
no barking allowed
people and friends enjoyed

what do you see?

in viareggio: very very late at night after our gig

A window brings light
day and night it shines
the floor reflects it

the case was ready for the trip
bits of life locked in
he carries it with pride

the speaker told you the way
paths of joy and pain
we follow and swallow

tomorrow comes today
the sun is waking up
I sleep through time

A fly loves a bee
like colours going blind
fallen ballet dancers

All hands up
white and pale they rise
A storm is coming