Walls and Gold

The Rainbow is taking me... I can sense this... in the shape of the breeze... in the scent from my chimeras... in the greatness of those so many times forgotten... in the majesty of a decay more princess than serf...
Your were born with the gift of the eternal awareness... and you know the silence sounds much better with you...
But there are places without bridges among them... Is it possible to save someone who chose blindness? Is it possible to fight against walls of impenetrable hopes? Is it possible to refuse to learn how to caress the twilight? Is it possible to walk in an eternal renounce without having even tried it?
You see everything... because you chased the footsteps from golden hearts...
It is painful... so painful sometimes... but pain whispers you over and over again that it is in the appreciation of the darkness where the consciousness of Gods is... and the skies... and goodbyes... and the evergreen will of trying to pay homage to the abandoned ones...
How can they reproach what they want? How can make their obnoxious fears the source of their purity? How can they ruin the magnificence of something as big as a new born day?
I am strolling... with them... by the hand of sun, and the stars... bare and faithful... in the presence of those who dared giants and Cyclops... dancing on watery meadows and crying for being so happy...
I am on my way... no matter what... I am arriving at lands of regrets no more...
It was worth it... And now... the only thing I can say... is... thank you...

Debts in the rain.

"...Keep Ithaca always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich..."

KAVAFIS. Ithaca.

Sounds from the ground... from ever-empty mermaids... sounds from hypocritical scribbles... sounds from distressing caricatures...
So many times you stumble...
So many times you fall...
So many times you bet on the wrong waterfall...
So many times you kiss the fake...
So many times you dance with the fallacious...
So many times...the frog is never the prince...

And you just smile... and thank... and embraces the greatness that surrounds the apparent nonsensical dream-like melody...
Because not far, in those lands of Hope and Faithfulness... in the sacred places in which our brave brothers gave everything asking nothing in return... in those prairies... the sunshine is still forever... and detachment is the most precious way to become rooted...
By going there... you leave... with wide-open wings... willing to take everything with you: the solitude and the companionship of the stars... the sorrow and the joy... the grief and the ecstasy from the colorful skies... the heartbreaking condition of those who decided not to flow and your guardian angels... the battle and the truce... the consistency and the honor... the melancholy and the dew... the dawn and the dusk...
Up above the salutation from the oceans and the deserts... It's time to let them go... It always was... No room for unworthy empty jars... for corrosive caprices... for one-hundred faced fashionable icons... no room for simple anecdotes in a vulgar mural...
Because you are in an eternal debt to those who made the way you are... because you are this sunset and the one million previous twilights... because you have to make them feel proud of yourself... with the bravery of your soul... with the generosity of your heart... with the pureness of the truth... with the company of your loneliness... with the certainty that every single second of waiting has been worth it...
Below... It is starting to rain... but you know raindrops are ecstasy... and you know this world needs more poetry in the shape of a reflex self-aware...
You are getting it... don't you see? You are almost breeze... and scent... and beginning and end...

Let it be love Lyrics. Craig Armstrong

The light is fading in the park,
It's alright,
I'll walk with you until it's dark,
Forever,
If you could only make a sign,
If you could only say you're mine,
If there was one word you could say,
Let it be love,
Let it be love.
I hear you fighting in the snow,
God only knows,
The children running through the streets,
Nowhere to hide,
If you could only make a sign,
If you could only change your mind,
If there was one word you could say,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love.
If you could only make a sign,
If you could only change your mind,
If there was one word you could say,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love.