the homes of my life

I worked, to get a life
I got a job I liked
I happened to find a house
Which was big enough, cute, had a big garden
With many different passages, flowers of all kinds
The house was well equipped with all kinds of tools
To paint, to write, to entertain myself in endless ways
With a stunning sea view.

I built that house with people of everlasting trust
Who were always invited, though they lived far away

So everyting else was forgotten, cause I had all I wanted
But the climate surrounding the house is not that good.
We have huge sea storms, hurricanes...
And though the house is very well built, we have to repair it once in a while
And it's aging fast.

This meant that I had to stay in the house a lot
And I realised that I was losing track of what happened on the streets
Though I didn't care much
But one day, after a huge storm that destroyed the garden
I had to go to shops to buy all the necessary things to repair it
And I liked going there, talking to the sellers...
I realised that there were some things out of the house which were worth paying attention to
And I got out to the streets and squares

First, I went to the many attractions of the city; the baths, the sport clubs
And then I went just to the square
And found nice people in the neighbourhood
Interested in building a place to stay for all of us
So I'm building that for us and everybody who wants to come to our tribe

Though I'm so happy in our own house
Money is running out
The house is aging
And though the foundations are strong,
I might find myself on the streets one day.
With people I met on the streets
I built homes in the air
They were astonighinghly pretty and cute, but impossible to be constructed

So I'm trying to build another house
In a less changing environment
But I'm still in the foundations
They are quite strong, but I still don't know if they will be enough
To build a fine and welcome house
Or just a shack to refuge when hard times come

In the meantime, near the place I go
When the house is under repair
I found out that there is a village I didn't know about
With people also trying to build a common house
And I begun to help them

I don't have that beautiful job anymore.
But I'm going to other houses and they like what I do.
So I will see out if that works.

And I'm building all this, again, with those people I trust the most
Keeping track of it
Though from far away.