Lyrics to the first song I ever wrote.

Part from love.

A wide open mouthed, elephant
will swallow me whole tonight.
Its all or nothing, in the dark
you trust yourself then you ask the cards
you wont get so lost if you follow the stars...

Part from love and life will fall in place
let my fingers explore your face
let us two escape the race
let us love in a million.... ways.

Meet me by the tree in the park,
I´ll tell you secrets if you share your part
worthy unhappiness meaningful pain
we are suffering with some sort of a gain
well all is fine as long as we, get, the game.


Part from love and life will fall in place
let my fingers explore your face
let us two escape the race
let us love in a million.... ways.

Well all your fears were made tangible
in the shape of one beautiful person
all starts to look like a play
you hold me tight and take me away.
Hold me tight, take me away.
Take. Me. Away.


Part from love and life will fall in place
let my fingers explore your face
let us two escape the race
let us love in a million.... ways.

Perfect feeling an imperfect outcome,
well, I was confused and you asked me
´how come?´
it just escaped out of my perception,
your perfection.
Well, it´ll make sense once you change your tone
we dissolve in the branches of a white leaved oak.


Part from love and life will fall in place
let my fingers explore your face
let us two escape the race
let us live in a million ways
let us breathe in a million ways
let us speak in a million ways
let us resist in a million ways
let us lie in a million way



let us die in a million ways
let us be known in a million ways
let us grow in a million ways
Let. Us. Love.

Sunday...

Soft spoken things,
dreams whispered in my ear,
the tender thoughts like butterfly wings that flutter
between
your childhood and my garden...
I found you there, as lost as me.
Now its time to disappear, dear....
To know secrets from a world beyond,
a world where we say we belong,
to look at the mess and accept it all.

How can someone so clever do something so stupid?

by: Eliza Veretilo

A poem on the subject of freedom...

Freedom, are you free?

My heart yearns for a promise,

That is not an actuality.

Inside of me,

There is a point that doesn't break...

Wants to observe it all. I want to be myself.

Freedom is the promise,

Time is the price.

The clock reminds me that this dimension has its ties.

That’s the story when walking the path of life.

You can see walls or fields,

Bridges or bricks, rivers or boats.

It can open, it can close.

In your attitude it rests, of your point of view it depends.

And so the layers build on.

The body is limited but the mind is not.

Distance, money, other people’s words

Became the many cages where I caged my love.

Can I look at it and then let it go?

We use the word, rinse the word, waste the word.

Freedom crawls in and out of every mouth.

Relatively glimpsed,

Completely unknown.

We are too scared to look into the hole.

So the question is, are you free?

Is this a question for the whole of humanity?

Or is it just me?

Where would I go if I could go anywhere?

If I didn't have to carry around my sentence,

My memories, hanging like a tail...

What would I be if I could be anything?

Isn't that what freedom is?

I say I would fly, I answer in naivety.

Truth is I chose to be me.

But it hurts our eyes to really see.

Every second is a second of choice.

Within the confinements of the world we know.

But we choose and choice is free.

As only in infinity can real freedom exists.

So, what do you think?

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

A way to say that I need to calm my pace and learn

I'm always trying to deliver. I need to learn to learn first.

Slowly the dust settles in,
life is beautiful, count me in!
I thought I was ready to share my song
But I'm not, yet I'm not closing up and I'm not wrong
It's time to learn before carrying on.
This life thing is a big school for me and you
we try our best and perfect our tune.
I will wait till my traffic light turns green
for the big moment to have spin.
But for now, I'll stay where I belong,
gather all my strength and all my love...
I know the day will come, it wont be long,
You can only see the stars when the sun is gone.
The seasons teach that everything has its time,
The same goes for you and I.

Last thoughts of 2012... slightly late.

I wrote this on the last days of 2012.

Before life and feelings, we experience tragedy.
When love escapes through my fingers, I must stop.
The subtle yet completely overwhelming happiness of today is the meaning of all days.
Music is happiness.

Friends my friends.
I find less blocks to express and a few more ways to be myself.
When the interactions become clearer and more open, I smile.
Every third breath, I think of love.
My heart that feels so emotional.
Chords. Ring ring. Sing song.

How did I come to doubt the world?

Good night.

What can I say

Can we last till the winter?
The cold is getting a hold of hope
Time to freeze or burn
Get up from your knees
Good bye to the dream
Wake wake my dear
There are no words to apeace what I feel is coming in the breeze
The storm is gonna clear it all
We wont be wearing a uniform
So much, so much love
So much pain as well
Ignorance creates pain long term
I'll never be free from the joy and pain
of perceiving
Real freedom lays beyond understanding
Well, understand that
But is it enough?
Is it ever enough?
It's time to evolve.

That's what I think and this is my face.