crack my fingers to make a sound
in the middle of a lifeless night.
as a wanderer I started my trip
to find myself out there, to find you.


the bird and myself, they have joined
the drives of my primal nature,
forcing me to do things.

I walk, I drive trough,
scenes and landscapes
becoming the usual cliche,
besides the paintings
in the center of my rib cage
hanging from my heart....
you decorate my soul.




begin with getting lost
and go and go, and more,
and more far than ever...
from time to time
ask a stranger for a cigarette,
but never for directions.


never think about
where are you going to sleep
because I am finally awake now.
I will see you so soon, I know.