BURNS

TUNNEL

First "hole", first big mistake

maybe for cowardice;

and the reason, if there’s a reasons,

on why I’m like that;

maybe the friends

or only for curiosity,

maybe the boredom,

seemed impossible to be here…

…without nothing

to distract this mind,

without joy

made in pieces from the boredom,

and the people

only know how to judge,

it’s easy to say stop

and say that I’ve lost my head.

But with the "fix" finally I’ll change

and once I’m "out" I’ll defy the entire world.

And every time,

is not easy to explain,

you see all "pink",

everything,

but as time goes by

you can’t stay without,

becomes a "fixed nail"

and I’ve fallen like an idiot.

I can’t make without, but the cash isn’t enough,

and if I’ve no "bread" I’m ready to steal.

On the newspaper: the photos

of those young people friends of mine;

one they arrested, the other one

they found dead at six o’clock.

And the pain, strong and scattered

all over my body

because the "fix"

it’s the only thought of my days…

…where I can find it?

How much money to get it?

Abstinence!

I’m too weak to do it without.

I’ve taken many

tranquillisers with sleeping pills

and to find the money

she’s selling her body; and I loved her!!!

But what kind of help? There isn’t help that nobody can give.

And to recover? Only if I want I can succeed!

Cut dose:

another young life is broken,

and who knows if…

…one day could happen to me!!!

FANTASIES

The silence rest with us on the pillow.

Amazed and confused I observe your face.

Then your eyes opened slowly, slowly, slowly,

you look at me and smile while I graze your hand.

Our hearts greet in the air,

they fly up, towards the sky.

And once risen so high

they don’t want to come back down.

And you say to me that’s only fantasies

and you don’t believe me when I say: I love you, really.

I don’t know how you can say that I lie

but who you think I am!?!?

Timid the sun from the glass is coming towards us.

It’s a new day that the wind is bringing me.

A bad wind that wants to take you away,

an envious wind that doesn’t want that you are mine.

Only my heart is still in the air,

is flying up, towards the sky.

And once risen so high

don’t want to come back down.

And I’m deaf to any noise

that is faraway from your voice.

And I’m deaf for anyone that says to me

that in conclusion you’ve never been mine.