There were enough tears to drown in

I ran my hand through your hair
Twining it around my fingers
'Cos I knew the scent would soothe me
When later you'd be gone--

There were enough tears to drown in
But still happiness filled our eyes
With a sparkle we knew
from years before.

We always were as strange, I thought
What held us together also tore us apart.
The signs I'd read in your eyes, days ago
I had no option, but to let you go.

As I heard the door close behind you
My knees bent by force
The sparkle was fading
The happiness was gone.

What was left was the scent of your hair
I held my hand to my nose and I left it there.
I knew the decision was mine
and I was the one to make you leave.

Still - as I heard the door close behind
I knew it was wrong, what I did.
So strong I was - driving you away
as it left me crying for another day.

I wanted to shout
"Come back, I beg you -
It's not always easy to explain the things I do".
But I was weak and you were strong
I made you leave and you weren't to come home.

Maybe one day
We'll stroll along the water
And the sun will make it glimmer
and dance in our eyes.
Maybe then we'll understand
The sparkle that was there
Right from the start, to stay through life.

So what's so special with some sparks?

We blushed

We gave it our all
Like there would be no tomorrow
Wasting all that energy
Building up from pure frustration
And with the sun burning
We blushed
We blushed
We blushed
Thinking for a while
It was the sun burning on our cheeks.

Kind of like burning money
Because both of us knew
This would never pay off
Still we felt like
The money was well spent.

And above us
The blue sky
Like on any other day.
Beneath us
The green grass
Drawing a secret map on our backs.

So many things changed
And still everything was the same
Still we knew
Tomorrow all said would form a blank page.
And with the sun no longer burning
We blushed
We blushed
We blushed
Thinking for a while
We were supposed to.

You make me dance you make me cry

Jason, Jason - What you do to me..

So I got home after too many hours of work, and what I thought would make me smile tomorrow, made me smile today: Jason's new CD was delivered. And I thought it would be fabulous. But it's beyond that fabulous. I cannot find the words to describe it.

However - I can find the words for what it does to me.

It makes me dance and it makes me cry. It makes me smile and it makes me not want to sit still. It makes me wanna write poetry.

'Coz Jason Mraz knows how to put his words. How to dig in under my skin and place his voice where it'll make me feel the most. I have a lump in my throat and I don't know whether it's there because I'm happy, sad or just moved and touched. All over.

I usually give you my favourites, but not this time. There is not a single song on that album I'd give away. I can tell you, though, that Butterfly makes me dance samba. Coyotes makes me gasp - it's a masterpiece. Lucky with Colbie Caillat is a happy tune, Love for a Child makes me sad.

I'm telling you. There's something that puts this CD on the top of my list.

Paper hearts

Now pay close attention, because I might not. With one eye on Jack Johnson's concert from April, and the other one on the keyboard, I might make some mistakes writing this poem of tonight.

It's called Paper Hearts.

So much love to give
and no one special to give it to
So I painted
100 pieces of paper
bright red
And I cut
100 pieces of bright red paper
into the shape
of my heart
I put some pieces
here and there
I left some pieces
everywhere
Some I dropped
as I walked
and they traced my foot steps
all the way home
Some I spread
from the basket of my bicycle
as I let them escape with the wind

Maybe - just maybe - I thought
one of them
will be caught
by you.

As I got home
On my door step I found
a piece of paper
Heart shaped and blue.

I hope you liked it. I feel happier than ever, without any particular reason to it.

Poem of the night

I still feel calm in your waters

As I always did

Come close to me and you'll

feel my restlessness disappear

The breeze blowing from your ocean

leaves a trace of salt on my lips

I lick it off

I'm calm again.

Can't wait, Jason

The thing is, it's just what I need right now: the new album of Jason Mraz.

We sing, we dance, we steal things is to be out in a couple of days, and I can't wait. I will. I have to.

The day has been beautiful and sunny. I spent a couple of hours on the balcony just enjoying the whole thing. I wish I could say I will never give this balcony up. I love it! It's like entering another dimension, a new state of mind when opening the door. Paradise is a state of mind - but that state of mind happens right there - on my balcony.

That's where I will listen to the first tunes of the new Mraz. To make it even more perfect.

And it happened again!

What you say? Music led to music. And this time - brace yourself - it is a woman. In my vast collection of men vocalists.
Sara Bareilles. Beautiful. Jason Mrazish.

Listen to her. She might make your day.

Tornare a Firenze

Tornare a Firenze
È come trovare la sua anima riempita
Come tornare a casa
Cominciare a ricordar, sognar, sentir.
Come se dentro il cuore ci fosse
un ricordo della città
Un ricordo nato
tanto prima della prima visita.

Il mio amore è profondo.
È come riconoscere la sua propria anima.
Trovare se stesso.
Come accendersi il cuore.

Tornare a Firenze.
Come avere una vita nuova.
Come poter cominciare da capo.