Ese Lugar

There are hidden places in the heart
Where words don't make sense to reason
Between the ink and the paper there's a corner
Between the soul and the skin a place without direction
Where children who don't grow up take refuge
From the hatred and fury of rainy days
From the melancholy of days
And from all that the vast majority thinks
Listen, I write with the windows open
Hearing cars pass by the deserted street
With a awake mind and alert senses
I don't buy you nor sell myself in this world on sale
As I learn, I open doors
And close the wounds of lives already dead
Let me warn you that my rhyme is expert
In pain and love and everything it involves
I daydream because it's the best way to dream
I no longer deny what life teaches
My soul doesn't commit despite what's lived
I never liked to kick someone when they're down
Sorry if distracted, I ramble between forgetfulness and memory
Bored of spinning on this ferris wheel
The world is a trap with no way out
Everyone is like donkeys chasing their carrot but
I usually walk against the current on the ground of the streets
Of obedient fears, only among people
Brave among cowards
With a cool head while the heart burns
I go aimlessly on the round earth
Me and my shadow, turning the path into my carpet
Look... I won't stop chasing that place
Where the birds in my head want to migrate

There, beyond words and sound
We'll take you where the senses speak
New level journey to the unknown
A pen and paper, the required luggage

There, beyond words and sound
We'll take you where the senses speak
New level journey to the unknown
A soul and a skin, the required luggage

That's how I do it, man
Nostalgias, sleeplessness, and discards
I'm late, always late, always late
Says... Sharif the incredible, 2011.. Feel it