A Journey with an old Man

the sun was at the centre of my head;
beside the fig tree there was an old man;
thirsty i am he screamed to mel;
i went near he said "give me anything to drink;
and i will tell you secrets of life"

my mind ran wild my spirit was tickled;
i gave her a cup of water to drink;
he said "the shall be the water in your house for the rest of your life"
the water will bevel you and your family
many will fight you for what is yours

never mock those who better than you;
for you will need them sometime;
the shade of death is squashed by the light;
the light from your ancestery;
never leave a stranger in your house;

these are the mystries the old man told me.

Love is Pain

i hate to hide from it;
i hate to believe it bacause is true;
i hate to face it because is reality;
that love is painful;
that love has tortured me;

i absorbed and diffused my being to someone;
someone special than all the memories;
i embraced her smile and sorrow;
her strength i cherished;
while the weakness we overriden to be better;

wow, the pain was nothing but a pain;
it wounded my love perception;
my courage was timid around her;
my tongue would stutter;
i could not talk or even to mumble;

love why are you so cruel;
why do you rattle my heart;
why do you feed me to lions of minds;
why do you throw me in the dirt;

upon you i used to laugh from my stomach;
upon you i used to cry when i'm happy;
upon you i used to dance and dance nakedly;
why do you abonden me when i rely on you;
when i gathered my strength you hide yourself;

i so wish i never knew you;
you are pain and pain to my being.