Don’t know which
Don’t know when
Don’t know how
But I know there it was
The dream must have changed my life
Must have set the path of me
Let’s see if this tells a bit more about me
I am me but not quite
It’s not my face it’s not my body
And I see the whole scene
Yet I identify “him” as myself
The entire place is a shade of black and white
An entire old movie and old book
It’s some sort of summer camp
“funny” I've never been to one
We are all laughing having fun
Being us, being kids
And I know none of them.
The memory escapes me
And dodges some details
But it happened that time
When my childhood was still undefined
There we were at the edge of the lake
Staring at each other, seeing it
Seeing the grayness of it all
And I was also there, on the lake
On the boat, on that raft floating
Receiving the stones, stones they threw
Being hit by them
When all of them threw them flawlessly
At the raft and me
Until, until, that certain stone missed
I threw that one, I threw it at me and I missed
That one fell inside the lake
Rippling its surface one time and a hundred more
The lake is no longer the same
Its pureness was tainted and its color turned ivory white
Like declaring a boldness
Being released yet always stalking the right time
And it happened
All of them got scared
Some yelled in silence and others fell in panic
And I yet remain on the raft
Saying what I no longer remember
Something I can’t repeat because my mind eludes me
And our sudden scare became real and to our faces
And its shape was one we could have never dreamt of
A tiger, yes a tiger
Not white nor yellow
Just a tiger a gray tiger, none the less
Escaping almost bolting out of water
But to our eyes in slow motion it moved
Staring at us, taking a good look at us
All the kids and me
Specially the one that threw the waking stone
We are the same now I know that since then
I have always wanted this
Myself and I
Being two and being one
Being him and being myself
Being in two places and in one at the same time
And it’s my spirit, my soul, my half
The one who controls the tiger
The psycho, the schemer, the cheater, the liar
Oh such a good liar
And the César
The Cogliostro
The one I am today
All the mess and sanity I am today
Enjoy it!!
From the mind of Cogliostro
Don’t know when
Don’t know how
But I know there it was
The dream must have changed my life
Must have set the path of me
Let’s see if this tells a bit more about me
I am me but not quite
It’s not my face it’s not my body
And I see the whole scene
Yet I identify “him” as myself
The entire place is a shade of black and white
An entire old movie and old book
It’s some sort of summer camp
“funny” I've never been to one
We are all laughing having fun
Being us, being kids
And I know none of them.
The memory escapes me
And dodges some details
But it happened that time
When my childhood was still undefined
There we were at the edge of the lake
Staring at each other, seeing it
Seeing the grayness of it all
And I was also there, on the lake
On the boat, on that raft floating
Receiving the stones, stones they threw
Being hit by them
When all of them threw them flawlessly
At the raft and me
Until, until, that certain stone missed
I threw that one, I threw it at me and I missed
That one fell inside the lake
Rippling its surface one time and a hundred more
The lake is no longer the same
Its pureness was tainted and its color turned ivory white
Like declaring a boldness
Being released yet always stalking the right time
And it happened
All of them got scared
Some yelled in silence and others fell in panic
And I yet remain on the raft
Saying what I no longer remember
Something I can’t repeat because my mind eludes me
And our sudden scare became real and to our faces
And its shape was one we could have never dreamt of
A tiger, yes a tiger
Not white nor yellow
Just a tiger a gray tiger, none the less
Escaping almost bolting out of water
But to our eyes in slow motion it moved
Staring at us, taking a good look at us
All the kids and me
Specially the one that threw the waking stone
We are the same now I know that since then
I have always wanted this
Myself and I
Being two and being one
Being him and being myself
Being in two places and in one at the same time
And it’s my spirit, my soul, my half
The one who controls the tiger
The psycho, the schemer, the cheater, the liar
Oh such a good liar
And the César
The Cogliostro
The one I am today
All the mess and sanity I am today
Enjoy it!!
From the mind of Cogliostro
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