It is without regret
That we are here today
Facing you
Us both the fake and the real
To the string of a guitar
The harmonious sounds of its strings
Making us shiver
And follow it to the end of the road

Here we face you
First the real one, who commands the dream, the wish
The imagination of being
The guilty pleasure of being without existing
Of being someone else

The reality is that we are one and the same
Out of creation
Out of ideas
Wishes and imagination

We are but facing you!
You lady!
Woman of the faces
Girl of smiles and glances
Of whom I can only dream of
Falling in for

I see you in the corner
Oh, I see you at night
I see you when you leave me
And also way after you left
I see you when I do not
And when I listen to your song

Such song is what feeds my heart
Making me look for you
It’s what lures me to you
The song of your voice
Of your heart
Of you

Words keep flowing but your face remains
The pieces, the collage
The whole that you are
You have a name and a face
Please let your song
Be heard by me
Please let it tell me and show me
Who you are only to me


From the mind of Cogliostro

I hate being me
Giving my heart
And my soul
Throwing myself to the abyss
The endless abyss that is love
And I love her,
I feel like I do
If not, then what is this pain?
What is the void and hollowness I feel?

And I love her
I knew,
I should have known better
Because I am blind
Because I am deaf and silent
Because I just have her to guide me
The pieces of my heart will shatter once again
Once again I will hug loneliness
Why is it that you made our paths cross?

The listening of her voice
The smell of her scent
The sight that she represents
The softness of her skin
The taste of her kisses
Will be long gone
And never be mine again
Good bye
Lady of dreams


From the mind of Cogliostro

Te daré de mí tiempo para que puedas leer,
Te daré de mí tiempo para que puedas respirar,
Te daré de mi tiempo para que puedas vivir
Te daré de mí tiempo para que seas tú
Te daré de mi tiempo para que sonrías y poder verte sonreír
Para...............contigo


From the mind of Cogliostro