My prayer

Letting my heart's words free
no one is stronger than me
Your sweets acts make me think
awesome silence way to love

It's so realistic outside
our stupid realism
is more like a prison
where people feel safe
but safe from what...

Let your son be wise
let me feel realized
Let me enjoy my life
and understand its fights

Let my have sincere friends
Let me be what i am
Let me be really free to see
what life wants us to be
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Love you guys

Thinking back, one more time

I dont feel as i used to
but it doesnt matter

I know things can change quickly
So fast you dont realize of what it is really going on

Maybe that is what it is happening to us
should I think it over?
should I let it be?

Just shut up
and keep on your way
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I'm right,
No doubts, any more...

still missing you...

These are the words that I wrote in Ernesto's CD-book that I made for him. I'm sure that not many people will understand what I mean but I love the result:

JÖNKÖPING meant too much for us, something impossible to be written or even recorded.

However, in its letters a great summary is hidden:

Jungle’s law: that was how we felt the first days although everything changed as soon as we learned to be wild animals.

Own: the city owns us. We belong to its history and obviously it has an important piece of us.

New: many things we lived there that we have never experienced before.

Key: it’s our future’s key. The way in which we got matured there will lead our very next future.

Owe: because the debt that we made there will be hard to be totally paid. We owe too much to the city.

Party: there’s nothing else to say. The word itself has its own life.

I: this is the match’s shape. Oh! Our loved Match House!

Nothing compared to this: only the ones who experienced what we did are able to understand all kind of those feelings that never will leave us.

Go to the previous letter: F, from fuck.No, man. There we made something more important than that. There we made Friends and FRIENDS to be written with capital letters.

Thanks, Jönköping!

THESE DAYS...

That’s what I want.
Gigs.
People.
Plain motels.
Strong experiences,Unconfortable beds.
True friends.
Us.
I feel it every time At five a.m.
It’s hard to explain.
The strength it gives us.
Every day, something that seems always new.
I would not stop myself anymore.
It opened my eyes,It let my soul Come outside my time.
Speaking the language of freedom.
The only one it knows, the same I speak every day.
Yeah!