Wonka girl the words are for you
from old times I see you and think about wanting you
coincidences doesnt exist, youre tired of telling me
now I believe in the worlds wandering thro my being
from a booze to the streets, from the bed to my keyboard
an invite that would change my drowned ego
of the thirst for happiness, on the bottled alcool
idle, refused, alienated, shattered
a “yes” takes me away from the annoyance of feelings
from the mud I put myself together and change my emotions
fearful, I give it my best shot
knowing that everything would be much better a decade ago
I empty myself of fear and delusions, empiric conflicts
fateful thoughts, lyrical plannings
standing, kind of dizzy, I see you
knowing that you come with my desire
so different that I forget about the sea
the pain, the ranch, my team and singing
its a bossa nova with a heavy chorus of rock
its a trance experience with acid in woodstock
its mouth, details of a whole, colors and traces
on skin, calfs, shoulders, a hug
its shinny in the center, obscure on the edges
its a mix of the city and even a bit of pocahontas
its seriousness that comes undone in a smile
its taking vodka with schwepps in heaven
the strenght of each word retains me
I needed 30 hours to be a hostage
I unwrap my package of mundane faints
and you, your class and your knowledge, inhuman
which surrounds me, involves and drags me
in feelings, and in a malefic choice
a kiss on the forehead and then goes away
a smile by the morning changes my fate
I didnt even know anymore if that was a dream and in a second
I find out that life exists and its giving me a chance
of knowing and having the evolution in range
without fears now i find out your curves and your lips
and in warm moments my soul reaches your ovaries
many sensations ralaxes me
your tenderness and dedication relaxes me
I dont intend to cease our verses and neither label our glory
because music and art, infinity wrap forever our story
in any moment the truth will always be naked and hard
its pretty certain that our poetry will continue.
By Nino Dorazzio instagram @ninodorazzio