You are the roots of the most beautiful tree The branches and the fallen leaves too Your inconditional love Heals our deepest wounds And your long arms Wrap us in an endless hug Beyond distance and time You go through harsh winters Always with a smile And hot summers Are way less brighter Than your inner light That keeps shining No matter what.
I have traveled all over the world Always free as a bird No house, no family, no friends What for? I don’t need them anymore So I thought… I just listened to my ego How selfish I was! I have been everywhere But I don’t have a place to call home I have lost my faith and my balance I feel foreign in my own country I don’t belong to anyone Not even to myself My wings are heavy My soul is empty My eyes are dull My body is sore Without you I’m unrooted.
I wish I could turn back time When everything was pretty and simple Stop all the watches of the world I beg you! So I can jump off the train And miss the plane Just to stay with the people That still know my name.
Before going to school Before taking the bus to work Before the town awakens Before all the noise and fuss Before the warm sun heats me Before the waves swallow the sand Before the seals fly over the coast Before the moon kisses the sun Before the shadows dissipate Before the whole day takes me I’m enjoying the silence.
For the past twenty years I missed births, engagements, weddings, birthdays… That’s part of the package of living away from our own country. I don’t regret my choices. Wandering around the world has given me so much! And I love all the countries where I’ve lived so far. Little did I know that the worst was yet to come. 2020 was a dreadful year for many different reasons. Unfortunately, 2021 has been a tough one too. And what can I say about 2022? When we all thought that the nightmare was behind us this cruel war broke out. It’s all a matter of seconds. Oil, gas and cereals too. While this mad man tries to regain the lost(?) empire The rest of the world is obsessed with the rise of the prices for essential goods. As if money were more important than a human life. I think God is challenging us. Everything happens for a reason. So they say… I often miss my family and friends but now is different. The guilt keeps chasing me. I should be there. Lately, my life is a frame of suppositions. A puzzle of missing pieces. And time is my most feared enemy. I’ll get there, eventually.
Everytime she was feeling blue She thought of good old times in the yellow house When winters were cold and bitter She kept dreaming of the yellow house If she was scared of something She thought she was in the yellow house Whenever she missed her loved ones She looked at the pictures of the yellow house If life was too hard on her She snapped her fingers and pretended she was in the yellow house In case the moon wouldn’t show up She would think of the bright yellow wall that covered her house The one where she was born, got married, gave birth and buried her husband The house that welcomed her family, friends, pets and memories All her life remains in the silence of the yellow house « One day I will go back », she often said But days became weeks and the weeks became months Months turned into years and then… Her hair went grey and her bones shrank She got sick, she knew her time had come When she saw the angel opening his arms She closed her eyes and whispered « Please, take me home to my yellow house. »