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It's Not a Film

It's not a film what happens around us,
what we see every day,
what we film while looking away.
It's not a film and they're not extras,
the people who are different, suspended, scattered
between us and the background,
and the rest of the world which crosses the border,
but the border is round and it moves
but it moves as we move our eyes.
It seems far because we're late,
continuously, constantly, an instant is enough.
One step away from downtown it's already too far.
One step away from the sea, it's already too much mountain.
One step away from here, everything was the countryside.
Today everything is different, a life never-before-seen.
This here is not a film and you're not the protagonist.
You can shout 'Cut!' but you're not the director.
You can believe you're on top but you're at the bottom of the list.
 
This is not a film and our beautiful houses
are not in danger of being invaded.
It's not a strange army disembarking on land.
They're not aliens declaring war on each other.
They're only men crossing the borders.
Men with women, the elder with children.
The poor with the unfortunate escaping from hunger.
One on top of another for weeks on end
like cattle in cars across the desert.
They follow a road at the mercy of the unknown
to remain free but forced to become slaves.
All piled up in compartments inside messy ships
like our ancestors against monsters and dragons
on a journey through hell that you reserve and pay for.
Either you survive or drown, this is the limit
'cause it's not a film, there's no happy ending.
 
This is like one of those terrifying films,
from Transylvania, no vampires come but occupants.
From Santo Domingo, neither fugitives nor zombies
but girls condemned to be fucked by someone.
From the Philippines, maids and even from Bangladesh.
From Belarus, only meat for lap dances.
They escape so as to satisfy our vices and whims.
They're the prey, we're the monsters.
They're the food, we're the dinner guests.
And if they're the leftovers, then we're worse than pigs,
all ready to devour until we're satisfied
but also ready to complain about the stench of the multicoloured humanity
which we need, which helps us and supports us.
This is not a film but you'll see it becomes one.
Pay attention and be ready 'cause when it's time to film the good ones always win.
Choose which side to be on.
 
Choose which side to be on,
on the side of those who encourage.
Choose which side to be on,
on the side of the sea.
 
Choose which side to be on,
on the side of the sea.
Choose which side to be on,
on the side of the sea.
 

Heart Of Dog

The boy has a wooden rifle and shoots at the stars with it
How straight is his back, how white are his teeth
And his eyes are two candies.
And tonight, if you'll try to hear, you can hear a barking,
It's his heart of dog that's running and doesn't want to stop.
 
The boy, to find a flaw, doesn't like studying,
He prefers the stars and that piece of wood, he prefers to wait.
'Cause there is time to understand and sometimes it's no use
'Cause there is time to understand, and sometimes it hurts.
 
But one night the boy gets lost, he loses himself
He left his father's and mother's house with not even a goodbye
And if you try to find him, you'll find he's asleep sitting up
Sleeping in a station
Under the stars, in a train car
With a makeshift love
Under the umbrella of the moon.
 
But the boy, even without uniform, is still a soldier
There's a war burning out here, and the boy might die burning
Or come back defeated, one evening, and nobody wants him
With not even a pain to share in two
And come back when the night is over, and there's no company left
And bark to the morning, and see the morning slowly going away.
 
Learning the languages of the world, learning to speak,
To pass between rain and dust, between land end sea
'Cause travelling is not just leaving, leaving and returning
But learning other people's languages, learning to love.
 
The boy has plenty of breath and good muscles
And a smart brain, and fear of few things, and a lot of hair
While going downstairs, he's already out, the night's already over
While going downstairs, he's already out, life already starts.
 
But one night the boy gets lost, he loses himself
He left his father's and mother's house
He flew away with not even a goodbye
And if you try to find him, you'll find he's asleep sitting up
Abandoned in a station
With his eyes closed in a train car
Under the stars of the moon
With a makeshift love.
 
But the boy, even without uniform, is still a soldier
There's a war burning out here and the boy might die burning
Or come back defeated, one evening, and nobody wants him
With not even a pain to share in two
And come back when the night is over and there's no company left
And bark to the morning, and see that the morning
Is slowly going away.
 

The weight of courage

It's these air gaps
these lack of happiness
these absurd beliefs
all of these distractions
that make us lose.
They're like black holes
these holes in the thoughts
we ignore them
we've always been
we forget...
that everyone has his part in this great scene
everyone has his rights
everyone has his back
to carry the weight of every choice
the weight of every step
the weight of courage.
 
And I understood that time doesn't always heal wounds
that the friends are always fewer
that a surrender with no regret doesn't exist
that what I expect is just what I require
and I learned to accept that the loved ones betray
that loves, even the bigger ones, then end
that there's nothing wrong in forgiveness
that if I don't go wrong I don't understand who I am.
It's these devotions
these feelings of superiority
there's who still makes war
who knows no shame
who forgets
that everyone has his part in this great scene
everyone has his rights
everyone has his back
to carry the weight of every choice
the weight of every step
the weight of courage.
And I understood that wounds don't need time
that the people who are together are always fewer
that an action with no consequences doesn't exist
who's wrong who's right when a child dies
and then we still keep quiet because that's how they want us
all quiet like obedient dogs
we'd need more respect
we'd need more attention
if we talk about life
if we talk about people.
We are the silence that's left after words
we are the voice that can go wherever it wants
we are the border of our freedom
we are humanity
we are the right to change everything and start again start again!
Everyone plays his part in this great scene
everyone has his rights
everyone has his back
to carry the weight of every choice
the weight of every step
the weight of courage
the weight of courage.
 

What Women Don't Tell

Versions: #2
Certain love letters keep us company
Words that stay with us
And we don't leave but we hide the pain that slips away...later we'll feel it,
We have too much fantasy and if we tell a lie it's only a half-truth that later will really happen,
The wind changes but not us and if we do alter slightly it's only because we want to please who is already with us or who might come to stay with us,
This is what we're like...it's hard to explain,
Certain bitter days, but just leave it, you can always find us here with our sleepless nights
But we're never tired even when we say 'Yes' to you once again,
Endless days rush by...Silence...Familiarity, leaving a trail of girlish phrases that come back to mind but, who is listening? For us there are only compliments from a Playboy's car, but we don't hear them anymore even if nobody says them,
The wind changes but not us and if we're a little confused it's for the desire to understand the person who once again is unable to talk with us,
This is what we're like, Sweetly-Complicated
Always more emotional, deicate
But you can always find us here during stormy nights,
Bring us roses, new things and once again we'll say 'Yes' to you
 

On the way

You'll leave tomorrow
I can't accompany you
You'll be alone on the way
I can't go with you
Time will be long
And your way will be uncertain
The heat of my love
Will be your blanket
 
I have been worried about this day
It's arrived so fast
And now you have to go
Life doesn't wait
I look my hands
Now that we are alone
I have nothing else to give you
I've just my words
 
Claim your right to be happy
don't pay any attention to the people
They don't know what they say
And don't be afraid
But do not trust
If the game is so much easy
You will have something to pay
 
And I will think about you in silence
On summer nights
In the sunset's hour
When the world gets dark
The silent hour of fairies
And I will talk to my heart, stronger
So that you will be able to hear it
 
This is our agreement
Before leaving
Before leaving
Tomorrow... don't look back
 
Love your land
Don't betray it
don't pay attention to offenses
Let them talk
Remember that humility
Opens all the doors
And that knowledge
Will make you stronger
 
You know that honesty
isn't an old ideal
Never be ashamed
When you look yourself in the mirror
Don't ask for help on stormy nights
And don't submit yourself, keep your head up
 
Love, love your land
Love, don't betray it
Don't stop the joy
Don't keep it in your fingers
Remember that irony will save your life
It will save you...
 
And I will think about you in silence
On summer nights
In the sunset's hour
The silent hour of fairies
And I will talk to my heart
Because you'll leave tomorrow
In silence
But on a summer night
I'll come to look for you
I'll come to talk to you
And I'll scream to my heart
So that you will be able to hear it
Yes, you will be able to hear it
You will be able to hear it
 

May Nights

If this is a song
with which you can speak
if on this May night
I think of listening to you
 
Certain little voices that
sometimes go to the heart
in these moments
with the air that moves
 
I know my life
and I've seen the sea
and I've seen love
to be able to talk about it
 
But on May nights
the voice of a song
can not be enough
to let yourself go
 
Love on that train
that is already returning
love without regrets
and without comparison
 
That you know your life
but you haven't seen the sea
and you don't have love
to be able to talk about it
 
But it's a May night
in which one can expect more
and if this is a song
with which you can really talk
 
In this wound
to not let go
in this night alone that
you can not see
 
And here you can not count
but only remember
 
I know my life and
I've seen the sea
and I've seen love so close
that I could touch it
 
But on May nights
the voice of a song
can not be enough
to let yourself go
 
On the nights like this that
one can expect
if not a song
to be remembered by you
to be remembered by you
 

Every Sunday With You

Now everything is suddenly changed
I stare at an horizon that doesn't exist
What remains
Is only pieces of emotion
 
You always let me decide
But I don't feel free
I stole your last smile
The one that remains
 
I'd like to have lived
Stopping every Sunday with you
I'd like to have believed that it would never end
I'd like to have to been
Destiny, so I could decide the future
Something that remains
Even when the sky falls
 
Every objective of mine over your face
Illuminating my questions
You showed it all in that smile
And I hold on to that
 
Minutes hug the hours
How strange happiness is
Like a wave that arrives and then moves
In this sea
 
I'd like to have lived
Stopping every Sunday with you
I'd like to have believed that it would never end
I'd like to have to been destiny, so I could decide the future
Something that remains
Even when the sky falls
 
We will go through these days
I feel as you want me to
My desire of coming back
And pass every Sunday with you
Even if you can't find words
Your eyes will describe them
 
I'd like to have lived
Stopping every Sunday with you
I'd like to have believed that it would never end
I'd like to have to been
The hands that caress your hair
Something that remains
Even when everything falls down
 
Translation done by Alma Barroca. In case you want to reprint it, please ask for permission first and always cite my name as its author. /
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My habit

It's not because of selfishness,
Nor unfaithfulness...
It's only a need,
That's it...
It's not because I need
Something new,
But it's because of something I cannot deny anymore
 
My habit
Of never being satisfied,
Of not living this way, broken in half,
Or so close
To what I'll be,
To what I'd want...
 
My habit
Of not staying between someone's arms
Only for convenience,
Of not pretending
And of being indifferent
If no love can be felt...
 
This is not my revenge,
It's only dishonesty,
One night's pain which doesn't go away...
And something I tell to myself,
Maybe it shall pass someday,
This is my specific desire...
 
My habit
Of never being satisfied,
Of not living this way, broken in half,
Or so close
To what I'll be,
To what I'd want...
 
My habit
Of not staying between someone's arms
Only for convenience,
Of not pretending
And of being indifferent
If no love can be felt...
 
When I look up the sky,
I never feel like I'm a stranger,
Every heartbeat is the breath I'm living,
It's always been true
 
My habit
Of never being satisfied,
Of not living this way, broken in half,
Or so close
To what I'll be,
To what I'd want...
 
My habit
Of facing
Everything wrong,
Without excuses nor compromises,
We just need to be ourselves,
Even if that's what hurts the most sometimes
 
My habit...
 
My habit