The best days are ahead

Things are not fully fine
But they are better;
Nothing is yet certain,
But we are surer;
The sky is still full of
Black clouds,
But rain seems far away;
The night is still dark,
Yet, we are finding our way;
But it’s not our doing;
It’s the Almighty God;
We are still far from what
Our heart desires,
But much closer than ever;
Our spirits aren’t yet flying,
But are up and getting ready;
There’s reason to be happy;
Who could see this coming?
It seemed so farfetched;
The future was so bleak;
But with rays of sunshine
In the horizon,
At the end of the tunnel;
We can only thank God,
The almighty Architect;
Hope, there is,
That the best days are coming;
The best days are ahead.

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Better than you think

It’s absolutely clear
You’re doing
Better than you think;
Why look down on yourself;
Many can’t do as much
As you do;
Yet, at them, with awe
You look;
Thinking them better
Than you;
You glide speedily off,
And hide in your shell,
Each time
Any of them shows up
Their proud face.
You mustn’t let that be.
Know it now and for all;
You can do it better
Than you think;
And actually you are doing
Far much better
Than you think,
Stop putting a ceiling
On what you can do;
Bringing it down,
Far below
What it is supposed to be.
You are better than
You think.

Which is better?

Which is better?

To tell the truth about a bad situation and make someone cry or to tell a lie about it and make someone happy when, indeed, they should be crying?

We usually say the truth is bitter but must be told; but told with charity.

Lies are often sweet to hear but in the long run hard to chew and swallow.

I recommend the truth even if its bitter. Aren’t we told only the truth will set us free?

Don’t have any doubt about which is better.

Song ‘Talkin’ Better, Stronger, Faster’ (What For Do You Live? What For Do You Die?)

Michel Montecrossa’s New-Topical-Song ‘Talkin’ Better, Stronger, Faster’ (What For Do You Live? What For Do You Die?)


Talkin’ Better, Stronger, Faster (What For Do You Live? What For Do You Die?)

What can a hard workin’ man do?
Hang down his head and cry, hittin’ a hard road?
Helpless pieces of the game are there
and magic shadows of the nights and days.
“Better, stronger, faster”, that’s what they say.
“Better, stronger, faster”, that’s what they say.

For more and more kids there’s no meaning in the world.
They don’t know the story they ought to play.
The cleverness of banka-gangstas
and the strange polito row
are all but stories of the better, stronger, faster.
Are all but stories of the better, stronger, faster.

They, from sleep awoke, are told
and, once told, to sleep return.
They open the door to police acting like killers.
The young are mistreated and are sent to war.
Better, stronger, faster they will fade.
Better, stronger, faster they will fade.

Politos as they are have no future.
The future needs universal wisdom and love.
Heaven sometimes is fulfilled desire
and hell the shadow from a soul on fire
burnin’ better, stronger, faster and not meant to expire,
not meant to expire.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany
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