Untitled no.3

Because if I'll touch you
you'll do what I want
and, without saying,
you'll know what I feel

T.C.

3/1/2016

One of those moments

or about a need to be alone

Regent street on Saturday night
empty shells walking around
with their forced extraversion
of a bottle of beer.

Who are you going to be tomorrow?
A banker? A baker? A student?

Maybe one day
you'll become my best friend,
but for tonight and until sunrise
I will walk by myself
anywhere I feel to,
far away from what you represent

T.C.

20/12/2015

Just sitting

or about not connecting dots (for once)

I'm just sitting
on my spot
observing what's
in my thoughts

I'd like to draw lines
but that's not what
this time is for
I must resist the temptation
and continue to watch

Pulsing and moving
as fast as they march,
swapping position:
are they the same thought?

T.C.

23/12/2015

The here and now of possibilities

or about the importance of having a vision

I play my cards
but don't know the game
My words are bards 

and will do the same

I know I should feel my feet.
My weight on the ground
can be so sweet

But there is a force
pushing me away
I'll connect the dots
and follow my way

T.C.

25/11/2015

Patience must be a virtue

or about the weight of time

Let's talk about anything.
The kind of talk
time passes us by.

Let's avoid to go beyond,
it's non necessary for now
and there's no time tomorrow anyhow.

It'd be a terrible moment
for a fish to be hooked
just before the fisher's holidays.

It'd be a terrible moment
for a fisher to hook
just before the fish's holidays.

Let's ensure instead
that what's left with us
is a solid prelude
for two perceptive heads.

No ghosts are allowed
to dull our guts.

Let's talk about anything.
The kind of talk
to pass the time by.

Hercules had it easier.

T.C.

5/12/2015

Building up and taking down

or about change of directions

My loden thrown on the chair
your words looping my mind
the fear of losing my voice
to sing on your broken chord

I'm searching within
what you're longing the world for
let's build cathedrals
and erect playgrounds
where mediocrity pulls us
down

You gotta be brave
if you wanna do this
there's no way out
once you accept me in

May the time come
when I'll use your hair
to bring this temple down

T.C.

25/11/2015

Untitled no.2

or about waiting

There are women that are beautiful
they are beautiful without knowing

There are women that are beautiful
and the body is not concerned

Then the lilies always open
when the water reaches them

T.C.

22/11/2015