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It was not about less feelings

It was about eyes, wide open

Not about lack of air

But packing memories

by size and colours

It was not about a curse

but about misunderstanding

This and that

Pain and no play

And a Supernova

surrendered to the breeze

subtly, changing the heart.

Alba 2015

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Awe

Some times I want to write

about my journey,

maybe someone else

already did it.

Same thoughts or words,

all this synchronicity!

We’ve been here so many times,

it feels there is nothing to be in awe,

a role play that we all know

too well, it became boring

and suddenly, I see a new star.

It makes me want to paint

about this journey.

Every thing renews,

I am grateful.

Alba 2015

Good girl

It was in dreams

where you answered

all my selfish questions

Yes, yes, yes, you said.

I woke up happy

and had the heart of my silence

for breakfast.

Alba 2015

Reader interrupted

A face, an open book

to read each night.

No secrets, no stains but us,

and purity of the heart.

Staring at the sky

trying to find,

among the stars,

those eyes.

Silly, I am,

silly and blue

for they could never

shine as much.

Alba

2015

Traces

Traces

I felt the wind upon my face tonight

Wind that sings of all my dreams and you

Of mango in the fall and all colors so bright

I am a shade of orange and you were my blue.

Wind that sings of all my dreams and you

Wind that tells me this fall you were gone

I am a shade of orange and you were my blue

Maybe you’re the wind helping me move on.

Wind that tells me this fall you were gone

Wind that sings our song forcing me to be

Maybe you’re the wind helping me move on

But without you there is not much left of me.

Wind that sings our song forcing me to be

Of mango in the fall and all colors so bright

But without you there is not much left of me

I felt the wind upon my face tonight.

Alba 2014

Museum

Museum

The scent of you, forever will live,

my soul won’t let your existence to sink,

the path to Oblivion won’t be.

We turned into stone with a kiss.

I knew you were soon to depart,

Bloody mess you have left in my heart!

I might sound like a fool but I am not

I feel your soft voice at night

You ask me to trust there is a chance,

hidden, behind this mist of pain.

But the flame of you, forever will live

My love won’t let your existence to sink

The path to Oblivion won’t be.

We turned into stone with a kiss.

I knew you were soon to depart,

Bloody mess you have left in my heart!

Alba

2014

Mourning

Where are you now?

Your smell comes in waves

sowing sadness.

Where are you now that I am drowning?

I knew you were leaving

I dreamed without you…

about you.

You.

Missing piece.

Puzzle complete.

You, September fish,

magical, maple leaf.

Bench and song,

pain and tale,

twist of fate,

rebel muse, child of mine…

and our hands.

The green of your eyes I will hold

and I’ll paint it to keep it alive.

We’ll dance one day in a better place

where pain and sadness can’t live.

Nobody will see me

the way you did

nor will love my flaws

as you knew them all

for you saw  through flesh, my imperfect soul

and embraced it as if it was your own.

I’m a gypsy and you were my twin.

Where are you now that I am drowning?

I am sorry!

I am sorry!

I am sorry!

Do you hear my bare heart loudly yearning?

I’ll just breathe.

You are now free,

I’ve heard the soar of your wings.

Yes, you are now free,

but my world,

my world is less beautiful without you.

Alba 2014

To Shawn Dorsey, a person who only happens once in a lifetime, who changed me forever making me want to be a better person and who left too soon. T.A.B.