Troubles and Secrets

I have troubles in my head,

Some of them are foolish problems.

We all have secrets,

Some of them dangerous fakes,

Probably some of them are only mistakes.

But what are my troubles

Comparing to your secrets?

What are you thinking?

What is hided in your heart

That you cannot tell me?

Time is a precious thing,

A variable that I don’t understand.

And suddenly Bah!

I go with my bicycle to the city,

I stop the noise around me.

Baby I am not afraid

Of being alone,

Of being different of everyone.

I am not afraid of my troubles,

So…don’t hide you self behind your secrets.

(Escrito a 19/05/2008)