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julia
03:39
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Born there, all laps to go,
still had to find out what I had to show.
I just realised how much I had to grow
to understand that I've never been ignored
and I sit here remembering the months my mother spent alone, waiting for my dad to come back from
A thousand kms away and more, when I was the only boy at home.
Lied in bed and started to cry,
Mom came and brought me up in the air as I were to fly.
Some things are unforgettable.
Oh no, I won't
forget.
Many years later, I knew love, something I have always been used to see at home.
Eighteen, strong outside as well as weak within, back then hyperactive, I couldn't wear my energies thin.
My grands knew it well.
Grandma would cuddle me,
everytime I would bruise my knees
and Grandpa would make me seat in front of him,
riding his bike to reach the blackberry tree.
I do call them the best of times.
I wish I could go there and shout them "Hi!" once more.
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louis
03:30
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Dreams
are molding my memories,
taking me back to the days I was whole.
Over there I saw my sister taking form,
in our second home where she learnt how to walk and
I spent my very first day at school
crying in the corridor, thinking I was being left alone, but I was not.
Tear me apart
if I do not come to terms with all I've said and come back.
Now my feet and mind might be somewhere else
but I promise my heart's not a leaver.
I was a little kid with no clue about the world
but I was pretty sure of what summer meant:
being impatient at the window
in Louis Pierard waiting for the ice cream truck to come.
There I rode a bike for the first time
and bruised my knees with an old friend,
played hide and seek with some others
and screamed "trouvé" as I found them.
Tear me apart
if I do not come to terms with all I've said and come back.
Now my feet and mind might be somewhere else
but I promise my heart's not a leaver.
Tear me apart.
Something we have done
may be out of luck
but everything we've done
is unrepeatable.
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saint john
02:39
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I don't have an answer to any question I am asked.
I do not have answers. I don't.
The door is shut and I drown in the notes my phone broadcasts,
a high pitch note, a crescendo.
Way before Punk, the home they've always dreamed about.
A birthday party and a bycycle,
the first things I saw once I got in.
Here I played my first guitar, hosted love and friends on Christmas Eve. I would have never believed that
my room would witness growth and discontinuity, fun and misery. A constant antithesis.
All I have is the coinage of somebody's sacrifice and luck.
Do I deserve it?
I don't have an answer to any question I am asked.
I do not have answers. I don't.
This walls are supposed to raise me as man,
setting sights from the balcony I ask myself if I'll make it but
I don't have an answer.
I do not have answers.
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marie, madeleine
02:52
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When I fall asleep
I dream of daydreaming.
My lungs fill up,
time swiftly elapses.
We may lack of experience
but we crave for discovery.
A couch on a balcony, airstrip for the best trips we'll leave for.
Sitting, laughing, drinking, smoking, reeking, chatting, roaming through the streets,
realising we'll not sink 'cause
we are climbing trees, or at least trying to do it, together to see the constellations rise
and spend some of our time side by side.
One day we'll leave, the vision will turn to black.
Say it ain't so, 'cause I don't wanna go
and leave everyone behind to cope with their time.
I'll do my best while I am here because love and support is where I find home.
Here is where I find home.
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stranger_ Vicenza, Italy
i have no idea of what i am doing.
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