Would it be possible
a song
without the word dream in it?
To fulfill them all
maybe
what have you done with your life so far

When it’s time to focus on life
-on its hesitation-
I’ll be there

Love, kind of
yes, but
what’s the price of singing about us?

When it’s time to focus on life
-on its hesitation-
I’ll be there

Being like the hand of the blind

Waiting
without determining what for
being able
without being independent

If there is a way out
it won’t be here
leave the young people alone, free
Things are not this way
They’re just like this now
That’s not the same
my friend

Waiting
waiting for the sun
the bed sheets still wet
the streets look beautiful
on people’s clothes

If there’s a way out
it could be here
leave the young people alone, free
Things are not this way
They’re just like this now
and that’s not the same at all

Things are not this way
They’re just like this now
and our world
revolves around that belief
our world

We’re blinded by the sight
and I have no time
most people would like to be somewhere else
choose your own drama
the screen is a mirror
this is the world you’ll get

In the quiet coach
I’m writing
while travelling by train
I wrote you a song
for when things get tough

It’s known that ignorance is a dark place
meanwhile the shaman claims it’s all a lie
pixelated nipples
and guns in prime time
that’s the world you’ll get

In the quiet coach
I’m writing
while travelling by train
I wrote you a song
for when things change
there may be something
just beyond the mountain heights
come with me
say yes
I can’t take it anymore

We will have to get together soon
to rally for any fundamental right

I know a secret place where
there’s no room for disillusionment

Be consistent with the character you created
it’s what’s expected of you
and the idiot knows a lot

I know a secret place where
there’s no room for disillusionment

Irrelevance is barking at our door
no one wants to open it
it’s cold outside

I know a secret place
here you have the coordinates
wait for me there

Wait for me over there

The sun has dissolved the remaining lights
I’ve heard birds singing on the wire

I’ll be by your side if it gets cold
you look beautiful in the morning

I’d want to ease your pain on such days
words have become meaningless
how to I say it?

It’s cold and we hold hands
look, today again
someone woke up before we did
to clean up the streets we’ve littered

An open janela to you
taking me there when you need me
a small janela to your inner self
to care for your breathing
to care for you

I’d want to ease your pain

Silences can also be sorted
A red stain spreading on the sea

The speeding water
is the opposite of green and blue
it looks familiar: an old color

Prayers can also be sorted
Milk teeth can be sorted
as well as hope and the lack of it
Hope and…

A red stain spreading on the sea

The speeding water
is the opposite of green and blue
it looks familiar: an old color

The moon is pale yellow
void shows in a thousand ways, listen
fear makes a prophet out of anybody*

* From a poem by Libe Goitia (Fast Fatum, Susa 2023)

The south wind carries
our words
the seeds, the pollen
new fears blossom

Down by the riverside
sword and shield
I laid em down*

Then the rain makes the soil fertile
rekindling in me an archaic fascination

Down by the riverside
sword and shield
I laid em down

*From the novel Beloved by Toni Morrison

An edge of autumn, honey
greeted me from our window
a comic strip by Zaldi Eroa
brought me the first smile of the day
dalovit

Our dad is reading the obituaries online
before he goes pruning the chestnut tree
he’s treasured the little branches in a box for me
so that this flame never goes out completely

Mom’s told me to lay two plates for each
since we’re going to have lunch in the living room

The dog is asking me to pet her
it’s as if I came back from war every day
she may have felt something

My niece has learned to count up to twenty
she’s just asked how old we are
“How old is that, uncle,
how old?”

And I’ve booked the flights, honey
without a second thought

The ocean brings waves
first gently, then fiercely
as if a giant fire somewhere
needed to be extinguished 

How long since it last rained?
How hot is this in Fahrenheit? 

It feels like a giant fire
has been sparked somewhere

And people are happy
I’m fine with that
because it takes a bit of everything
to create a whole world*

The ocean brings waves
first gently, then fiercely
as if it’s long known something
else that we still don’t

And people are happy
I’m fine with that
It’ll take a bit of everything
to create a whole world

A bit of everything

*From the novel The Plague by Albert Camus. 

A bird has crushed against the glass
it’s bearing with me, bearing with me
that’s all

Some doors can only be opened from inside
that’s all

What a long week
all I need comes down to your naked back
to your red lips
that’s all

That’s all

And if I’m far away
it’s because I fled before you all did
that’s all

An iceberg in my chest
in that Titanic orchestra
I had the need to stop
so as to protect it
that’s all

Sometimes we write “I love you” to each other
in a foreign language
saying it in our own scares us
that’s all

That’s all