My fears
are missed caresses,
uncertainties coming back a step away from me,
avoiding the noises.
I am my father and his mistakes,
a nearly hit target,
the fears I’m feeling
like distances from a center.
I am the love that I have inside of me
and that I can’t control,
the first school day of a little man
who is embarrassed in talking,
the hanging reflections
on a morning at 7;
the fears I feel here inside of me
are words never spoken.
You…
You didn’t want to believe me.
I’ve been waiting for you for years,
and now I can’t breathe anymore…
That’s enough now, you have to choose.
I’ve been waiting for you for years.
My fears…
I am a liar swearing;
all the things I’ve lost,
although holding on tightly.
The first time that I said
‟I need you”.
I am that doubt that remains hidden
even when I have understood why,
why.
You…
You didn’t want to believe me.
I’ve been waiting for you for years,
and now I can’t breathe anymore…
That’s enough now, you have to choose.
I’ve been waiting for you for years.
There are things I can’t forget anymore;
they are the same ones that I’ve never learned to understand.
Convictions won’t always be the same,
not even those that seem normal today.
The difference between every man is in his intention.
And now I know I can choose.
I’ve been waiting for you for years.
I’ve been waiting for you for years.
I’ve been waiting for you for years.
I’ve been waiting for you for years.
I’ve been waiting for you for years.