These little stolen moments...

I've lost my heart.
Life lost all meaning.
What I would give to see you again.

I can remember the old days,
when you and me used to hide away
where the stars were shining or the sun was blinding our eyes

With promises that could never last
And I still find pieces of you in the back of my mind

And all of the things that we once said,
they're not in my heart, they're in my head
That was the time to say goodbye
Let's put it to rest, let it die

I was looking for your face in the crowd
but trying to keep my head down

Over time our wires crossed
well you changed and truth got lost
All the things I would change if we could only rewind

You were a moment in life that comes and goes
A riddle, a rhyme that no one knows
A change of a heart, a twist of fate
Couldn't fix it, it's too late.

I still can remember that day, when our hands touched accidentally..
How I miss those moments..

Everything will happen by the way, naturally

All that remains is dreaming.
Rains is coming down too fast
Drops on this glass

Paranoid

You spend more than half of your time, your precious and limited time that life grants you, in places and with people that you didn't choose to see, and that probably you would not have chosen either then...

We should spend the best years of our life with the people we love, in different places, to do whatever we want to do, to talk, play, laugh, run, travel, see...

This is my paranoia now...

People do not realize it? Why they pretends to nothing?
It's s a gradual voluntary suicide ..

It's s a nonsense ..

A crime ..

What is the sense of living a life like this?

Passi più della metà del tuo tempo, il tuo preziosissimo e limitato tempo che la vita ti concede, in posti e con persone che non hai scelto tu di vedere e che probabilmente non avresti scelto neanche in seguito...

Bisognerebbe passare gli anni migliori della propria vita con le persone che si amano, nei luoghi più svariati, improbabili e sempre diversi, a fare tutto ciò che ci va di fare, a parlare, giocare, ridere, correre, viaggiare, osservare..

Questa è la mia paranoia ora..

La gente non se ne accorge? Perché fa finta di nulla?
È un suicidio volontario graduale..

È una assurdità..

Un crimine..

Qual'è il senso del vivere una vita così?