8th of May

Take us to the place where cries turn to laughters,
Where piano keys strides on the silvery ponds,
Longer than the breathe of the trees in autumn,
Deeper than the blue sea of old...

Thats the buried treasures, of old sailors,
Not the gold, but the ones that remains buried,
The ones which remain buried though found,
Alas the one piece, of all spanish gold pieces, the thing call love.

Many still search out for their share,
Many found their share,
I found it not far from home,
But near to me by my side, my shadow, my mum.

She may not be the most shiny pieces,
But she is the most valuable buried piece i will always keep,
No matter how far the apple fall,
It'll never fall far from home.

So dear ma.

Happy Mothers Day

Just Once in a Very Blue Moon... but my nights are always the same...

So just once a blue moon,
I howl back to you,
To the weak spot in here,
I'm sure its not the beer.

Oh such a blue moon,
Does it ever shine down on you,
To have weak knees in here,
Just to talk alone here.

You left, as if I was always the one,
The one to be forgotten,
More just want to be forgotten,
So they'll never come back here like before.

Dear blue moon.
I hate you so...
You come once in the blue,
But you come to me more...