I’m gonna be
A fixed point in the daylight
A fuzzy tree in a big and green area
A misunderstanding in the eyes of the curious
A white street in the brightness
A vehement garden, a squall and silence
A blank page about the meaning

An opened sky to the speechless desires
I’m gonna be
Older
Finally

To smile to whom i want
I’m gonna be
Older
Finally

3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boats
And the light in the morning
And the humidity of the meeting
And a vague feeling about
The reason of a so long journey
To smile to whom i want




























I’m gonna be
Older






Finally

White, salt, pearle fall
Fall on the ground,
And disapear

The day goes, slow down
Where do we go from here ?

Hold me and tell me,
Why on the ground, and here ?

All your fingers inside,
As time goes by
As a little wave on my back
The reasons change as clouds

Pass all the day so slowly,

Hold me and tell me why i go away and far

And when the wind gets up, i’m never sure,
To walk, on the good side.