perfect evening

magical evenings

kind of the ones I live for

spontaneous encounters, 

with the kind of folk I truly adore

and if I never saw

it, we wouldn't have made it

mate it, 

was so much more than beautiful

and of course, it makes sense
you're part of this soul- it's true

in a few shared hours,
my love for you grew

ten fold, because

you understand what it means

-to live-

to give

-everything-

to lose it 

love, 

 the hourglass was turned over

and we never wasted a minute

(I never wasted a minute)

-all those encounters-

with all those souls

with planes to catch 

to Brooklyn, to Busan, to Berlin

sterling/ friendships, 

stirring/ emotions

that never go away

like that winter sunset, from above,

with the frizzy haired anarchist

-it's kind of a strange bliss- 

talking about all sorts of crazy stuff

all sorts of philosophy

epiphanies, that useless wasp

life, finding it, spirituality and

every beautiful crazy wonderful 

thing in the world

a spontaneous encounter

we met at st pauls 

and crossed the bridge 

and settled on the secret steps

by the shore

legs stretched, backs against the wall

looking at the water, 

trying to remember how to be whole

-and we were here, this very same place
 just a few days ago-
(changes, nothing stays the same/ the river it flows)
and finally it goes (into the sea/ and one day we'll see...)

-everything makes sense-

and so we shared

strawberries and monster munch

and skips and chewitts 

and we spoke about everything 

I ever wanted to speak about

I felt like I was talking to myself

you were me, you were me

I never wanted to part

and I wanted us to never leave

-there/ those secret steps-

the sunset by the shore

speaking and laughing and connecting

I adore

life, when it's like this

hours and hours
pass us by

here for a brief while, can it turn into eternity

for certainly, 

I'm so tired of sharing brief beautiful moments

with brief beautiful souls

-you're going back-

I'm right behind you, 

just give me a while still

to find it

the colours of the sky

pink and blue and yellow

-the breeze/ the buskers/ the music-

the man weight lifting with a big rock

while his dog 

watches on, 

the lights that came to life

and so we walked down

by the shore

we wandered in by the waves, the sky darkening

a million and one colours reflected

-free-

we sung like maniacs

who'd known each other since birth

TURN AROUND

every now and then I get a little bit lonely

and you're never coming round

TURN AROUND

~ every now and then ~

I FALL APART

(let's start, again in Rome)

(impending departure, let it not be)

and in an other time

-why did we never spend time
in another time, when we had the time-

timing, timing, timing

it's always wrong

so let's just continue singing
this sad and beautiful song
-TURN AROUND-

and even though we just met 

after so many years

I don't want to say goodbye

-TURN AROUND-

girl, I told you my plan

I told you one month

to get it back, or risk losing out on eternity

you said I was speaking
everything that was inside you

God brought us to each other
He brought us here

when we were both losing touch
I swear
I needed you to tell 

me something

I needed to tell you something

back

-and so we shared-

artist friends

I love having artist friends

who inspire

who instil within me the desire

to look and look and look again

but now I don't want to say goodbye

first on the list

a deep sad sigh escapes my lips

still, I'm glad I never missed

-this opportunity-