Posts Tagged With: acting
The only hidden something I ever had in life
Was in peace and love with him to dive.
And I found it in a room that saw me with heart
A room full of love and art.
Man and woman that were honest with each other
He was like brother she was like mother.
And yet she was a woman only
Now feeling very lonely.
A man that felt her once very strong
I searching a way to come along.
This is nothing but remembrance that we are real
And that a man and woman once made a deal.
The night still waiting for the poet to appear
He is running like an echo to erase all that fear.
A woman sitting in a house he once saw in dream
And many times after in a different rooms screams.
But in the mean time a brave woman appeared
And the sight of those around cleared.
And yet the loneliness was killing her slowly
She was only a woman she was holy.
And then a man once she felt approached his daughter
To be his wife he asked and will be no more slaughter!
There was a land many took things away from
And there was a woman who invented Google chrome.
She said to a man once felt her almost nothing
And he started slowly her conscience cutting.
The next day she knew nothing but fascination
And took out all her marks for quotation.
They started talking in a small room of a cry
He thought she was drunk she swallowed the first lie.
She though a musician cannot love a woman
Although her soul knew he was the true man.
It is a story hidden in verses
Each making their daily curses.
And on the way they saw familiar faces
Leaving behind of faith in love traces.
He went then to find her somewhere out
To ask her what was it really all about.
To stop writing for now she decided
To stay without him alone she could not divided.
With love she even make a world
And gave life to others and to the curled.
But she has now a man to go with
Holding her hands on a table with the fifth.
There are dates in life to us matter
Such could be some four years ago and since then everything to be better.
There are stuff to us are never completely clear
But is doesn’t matter if we have some on the way who is to us dear.
There are questions questioning is there matter at all
But it could only be one answer as we are all part of a ball.
If we see a play on the scene we see only the story
But the life behind the curtain is what makes actors have the glory.
There are dates in life that marked a new beginning
There are people that to the new start a little later gave meaning.
Nothing accidentally crossed our life path even if we say other
All what we see is in a way our father, our mother.
And a true artist never shows his real role
Although he enjoys being part of a play or a funny ball.