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    The clock rings and she jumps out of the bed

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    The clock rings and she jumps out of the bed

     

     

    the clock rings
    she jumps out of bed

    she washed
    she combs
    she drinks the coffee
    paints her lips
    **** on the gloves
    puts on the coat
    and runs down the stairs
    and goes out on the street

    She turn the corner
    cross the sidewalk
    and looks for his face
    among the people accompanying
    in the bus stop

    maybe he won't come today
    maybe  he can't today
    but there he is
    that man with sad eyes
    and kisses for give on his mouth

    The bus arrives
    and they both sit
    one behind the other
    without knowing 
    that both long for each other
    in that route that unites 
    and disunites them
    half an hour

    I am still a woman

    in The Performance Hall

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    I am still a woman

     

     

    I did not know that  to live
    I had to die so many times
    you were the one that taught me
    that you could steal my soul
    each time you drank  my kisses
    and that hell has no door
    it just appeared suddenly
    in your gaze and in your mouth
     
    you are the god who undid me
    and remade me by putting on 
    a tin heart
    like yours

    but you can't avoid
    that the hole in which it dwells
    remember what it is to feel 
     
    I'm still a woman
    I'm  melody
    wood to make beams
    and chalk to paint windows
    in the darkness of a corner

    I'm still a woman
    full of strength to get out of myself

    Night of echoes

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    Night of echoes

     

     

    Night of echoes
    that appear in the ear
    with distant insistence

    Footsteps looking for themselves
    among their own mists

    Night full of streets
    that only exist
    where dreams are lost

    Night that reveals the depth of the dark
    around the light of a street lamp

    Naked night of everything
    tell me if you saw me pass
    because Time stopped
    but I didn't stop walking

    I saw a woman
    that without running  ran
    dressed in the sadness 
    that a lost girl has

    The dark in which I hide

    in The Performance Hall

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    The dark in which I hide

     

     

    The phone vibrates 
    on the table
    its silent mode
    does not prevent the incomng call

    I see the screen 
    that lights up
    in the dark 
    in which I hide

    I know it`s him him hi
    but I I I
    I am no longer me

    I am a parenthesis 
    of myself
    a space 
    between before and now
    empty and alien 
    to cause and effect

    The phone vibrates
    on thte table
    its silent mode
    does not prevent the incoming call

    but I am far
    eventhough I am close
    out of reach of his voice
    and his kisses

    in my nest of dreaming
    at the mercy of a gentle wind

    Chasing Ghosts and other Friends

    in The Performance Hall

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    Chasing Ghosts and other Friends

     

     

    I wape up
    in the night
    and I listen
    to the silence

    while the darknesss softens
    as the hours pass
    and life dawns

    My cats play in the hallway
    chasing ghosts and other friends

    Everything is contrast
    between black and white

    Fading shadows
    in the reality 
    of your memory

    oh mummy oh mummy 

    I caress the pillow
    to shelter me
    in its so warm heat
    and tears
    finally
    they release the pain
    that these days give me

    oh mummy oh mumyy

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