There are men who carry far more than the world ever sees. They work, dream, love, provide, fail, forgive, get hurt, sometimes get cheated, sometimes get taken for granted—and still wake up the next morning and keep going. They care for their children, watch their parents grow older, carry responsibilities quietly, build dreams while nursing wounds, and somehow still find the courage to love again. WE HAVE TODAY was created for those men. It is not an album about pretending to be strong; it is about discovering that strength can also mean admitting “I’m hurting,” getting back on your feet, and continuing the journey. Through ten songs of love, vulnerability, responsibility, resilience and hope, the album carries one simple reminder: yesterday is already a memory, tomorrow is still a hope—but right now, we have today.
A Cinematic Story About Love, Responsibility, Vulnerability and the Men Who Keep Going
ABOUT THE ALBUM
WE HAVE TODAY is an album about a man.
Not the man photographed in the suit.
Not the man wearing the watch.
Not the man paying the bill, bringing the flowers, building the business or appearing to have everything under control.
It is about the man underneath all of that.
The boy he once was.
The things he learned to carry before he was old enough to understand them.
The mistakes he made.
The people he loved.
The relationships that changed him.
The dreams that failed.
The dreams he refused to abandon.
The children who depend on him.
The aging parents he now cares for.
The responsibilities waiting for him when Monday morning arrives.
And somewhere underneath everything—
a heart that still wants to love and be loved.
WE HAVE TODAY is dedicated to every man who has ever gone to sleep carrying something nobody knew about…
and still got up the next morning and went back to work.
THE STORY BEHIND WE HAVE TODAY
There comes a point in life when a man begins looking at time differently.
When we are young, tomorrow seems unlimited.
We think there will always be another opportunity.
Another relationship.
Another journey.
Another dinner.
Another morning.
Another chance to say what we should have said.
Then life happens.
People enter our lives.
Some stay.
Some leave.
Parents grow older.
Children grow up.
Relationships change.
Businesses succeed or may fail.
Money comes and goes.
Bodies change.
Dreams evolve.
And suddenly we begin to understand something extraordinarily simple:
Yesterday is memory.
Tomorrow is hope.
But ‘we have today’.
That thought became the foundation of this album.
LOVE WITHOUT KNOWING TOMORROW
Part of WE HAVE TODAY was born from a simple but uncomfortable question:
How do we know whether somebody truly loves us?
If a woman loses her beauty, her health, her independence or even her ability to physically give affection, would the man who says he loves her remain beside her?
And the question must also travel in the opposite direction.
If a man loses his wealth, status, success or ability to provide the lifestyle he once provided, would he still be seen as the same man?
What remains when everything surrounding two people changes?
Perhaps love cannot really be tested.
Perhaps life does enough testing for us.
And perhaps instead of spending today trying to discover whether someone will still love us tomorrow, sometimes we should simply appreciate the fact that they are beside us now.
Love them.
Hold them.
Laugh with them.
Make love.
Drink the wine.
Take the photograph.
Take the walk.
Buy the flowers.
Say what you feel.
Because tomorrow is something we can dream about.
Today is something we can actually live.
A DEDICATION TO THE MEN WHO KEEP GOING
This album is especially dedicated to men.
Not because men suffer more than women.
Not because their struggles are more important.
But because there is a particular kind of struggle many men rarely know how to explain.
A man can carry childhood wounds into adulthood without ever learning how to put them down.
He can become a father while still trying to understand the boy he once was.
He can carry children who depend on him and aging parents who increasingly need him.
He can carry mortgages, rent, salaries, taxes, businesses, deadlines, expectations and dreams.
He can be expected to remain ambitious.
Successful.
Strong.
Fit.
Presentable.
Romantic.
Generous.
Calm.
And somehow emotionally available through all of it.
Saturday night may show the flowers, the restaurant, the wine, the suit and the beautiful photograph.
Then Monday morning comes.
The alarm rings.
The bills remain.
The work is waiting.
And whatever happened over the weekend, whatever happened in his relationship, whatever happened inside his heart…
he gets up.
That is the man this album speaks to.
But WE HAVE TODAY does not say that a man must never break.
Quite the opposite.
A man can hurt.
A man can cry.
A man can say:
“I’m hurting.”
He can say:
“I need you.”
Strength is not the absence of vulnerability.
Sometimes strength is allowing another human being to see the part of you that isn’t strong tonight.
And then, when morning comes…
getting up again.
THE MAKING OF THE 10 SONGS
1. WE HAVE TODAY
Love What Is Here
The title track contains the philosophy from which the entire album grew.
Two people arrive carrying their own histories. Neither is perfect. Neither arrives untouched.
There is attraction, affection, vulnerability, uncertainty and the temptation to ask what everything means.
But eventually the questions become less important than the moment itself.
Sometimes love doesn’t need to know its destination before it can be real.
The song reaches its emotional heart with a memory of words once spoken:
“In this life… and many more.”
The music almost disappears.
Only the man, piano and cello remain.
“I remember. God… I remember.”
Not because he is demanding those words again.
Not because he needs to know what they mean today.
He simply acknowledges that there was a beautiful moment when two people believed them.
And that moment mattered.
We have today.
2. THE BOY WHO LEARNED TO CARRY
Where the Man Began
Before there was the man, there was a boy.
And sometimes boys learn adult emotions far too early.
They learn loyalty.
Conflict.
Silence.
Protection.
They learn that people they love can disagree.
They learn to stand strong before anybody teaches them that they are also allowed to fall.
Years later, the world looks at the adult and sees strength.
It rarely asks where that strength came from.
This song returns to that boy.
But instead of blaming him, judging him or asking him to continue fighting, the man finally tells him:
You made it.
You don’t have to carry everybody to deserve someone carrying you.
Perhaps healing is not forgetting where we came from.
Perhaps it is finally realizing that some of the weight we carried was never ours to begin with.
3. MONDAY MORNING
The Life Nobody Photographs
Everybody sees Saturday night.
The flowers.
The dinner.
The wine.
The clothes.
The watch.
The lifestyle.
But:
Nobody photographs Monday morning.
This song is about the invisible side of responsibility.
The cold coffee.
The early alarm.
The bills.
The decisions.
The people depending on you.
The work that still needs to be done regardless of what happened inside your heart yesterday.
And beneath all of that is one remarkably vulnerable question:
When I come home tired… will you still see me too?
Not the provider.
Not the suit.
Not the watch.
Not what he brings home.
Him.
Perhaps love isn’t only being beside someone during Saturday night’s romance.
Sometimes love is simply being there on Monday morning.
4. WHAT DOES A MAN COST?
When Providing Becomes His Value
There is nothing wrong with giving.
There is nothing wrong with flowers, beautiful dinners, gifts, travel or luxury.
A man can genuinely enjoy giving these things to someone he loves.
The question begins when generosity becomes measurement.
How much?
How often?
How expensive?
What did somebody else’s man give?
And suddenly an expression of affection begins feeling like an invoice for worth.
WHAT DOES A MAN COST? asks whether a man is loved for himself or for what he is capable of providing.
It does not ask anyone to stop wanting beautiful things.
It simply asks that love never become a competition that somebody must continuously pay to win.
5. IF EVERYTHING CHANGED
The Test of Love
This is perhaps the album’s deepest philosophical question.
If everything changed tomorrow, what would remain?
Beauty.
Health.
Money.
Success.
Sex.
Independence.
Status.
All of these can change.
So what exactly are we promising when we tell another human being that we love them?
The song refuses to turn love into a courtroom.
Instead, it reaches a quieter conclusion:
“Maybe love was never meant to be tested.
Maybe life does enough testing for us.”
Instead of destroying today’s happiness trying to predict tomorrow’s loyalty, perhaps sometimes we should simply hold the hand that is already inside ours.
6. DON’T COMPARE MY FLOWERS
Love Is Not a Competition
There will always be somebody with more.
A bigger house.
A faster car.
A more expensive watch.
Fifty roses instead of twelve.
But twelve flowers chosen with love do not become less meaningful because somebody else bought fifty.
The central message is simple:
Don’t count my flowers.
Look at the hands that brought them.
The song celebrates romance rather than rejecting material pleasures.
Bring the flowers.
Pour the wine.
Enjoy beautiful things.
Just don’t turn affection into a scoreboard.
A gift should carry a feeling.
It should never have to become evidence.
7. MORE THAN WHAT I BRING
See the Man
Remove everything.
The suit.
The watch.
The restaurant.
The flowers.
The achievements.
The money.
The mistakes.
The reputation.
What remains?
A human being.
This song asks to be loved beyond usefulness.
There are moments when a man doesn’t want to lead, fix, provide or solve anything.
Sometimes he simply wants to come home, put everything down and know somebody is happy…
simply because he came home.
But the song also turns the mirror around.
If a man asks a woman to see beyond his money and achievements, he must also learn to see beyond her beauty, body and what she provides him.
Two people.
No scoreboard.
No price.
More than what we bring.
8. A MAN DOESN’T STOP
The Man Who Gets Up Again
This is the resilience song of the album.
A man can fail.
Lose.
Make mistakes.
Lose love.
Question himself.
Watch dreams collapse.
Care for his children.
Care for his aging parents.
Carry responsibilities while privately wondering whether he has enough strength left for himself.
And still…
morning comes.
This song rejects the idea that masculine strength means feeling nothing.
A man can break.
A man can cry.
A man can say, “I’m hurting.”
A man can say, “I need you.”
The strength comes afterward.
He stands again.
Not because he knows he will win.
Because he isn’t finished.
As long as he keeps walking, the story isn’t over.
9. LOVE HER TODAY
The Romantic Answer
After eight songs of questions, this song stops analysing love.
If she’s beside you—
love her.
Kiss her in the kitchen.
Take her hand.
Cook together.
Walk somewhere without a destination.
Pour the wine you’ve been saving.
Take the photograph.
Tell her she’s beautiful.
Put the phone down.
Make ordinary moments extraordinary.
Because one day we may realize…
they already were.
There will always be another meeting.
Another problem.
Another bill.
Another goal.
Another reason to postpone happiness.
But love does not require a perfect life before it is allowed to exist.
If you love her…
love her today.
10. WHEN TODAY BECOMES YESTERDAY
The Final Understanding
The album ends where it began:
with time.
Children grow.
Parents age.
Bodies change.
Fortunes turn.
Relationships evolve.
Some people stay.
Some leave.
Some dreams become achievements.
Others become lessons.
And eventually every today becomes yesterday.
The final song therefore asks a different question.
When we eventually look back, what do we want to remember?
Only what we earned?
What we owned?
How hard we worked?
Or also whose hand we held?
Who made us laugh?
Who sat beside us?
Who we loved?
The final realization becomes:
Tomorrow deserves my dreams.
Yesterday deserves my forgiveness.
But today deserves me.
The album closes by returning emotionally to the piano atmosphere where the journey began.
Yesterday is memory.
Tomorrow is hope.
And this… this is life.
We have today.
THE SOUND OF THE ALBUM
The musical identity of WE HAVE TODAY combines Cinematic Romantic Melodic House and Emotional Deep House, built around piano, expressive violin, deep cello and warm melodic bass.
Each instrument carries an emotional role.
The piano represents intimacy, memory and the man’s internal thoughts.
The cello carries wounds, responsibility and emotional weight.
The violin represents romance, tenderness, longing and love.
The bass guitar becomes the heartbeat—the part of the man that keeps moving forward.
Across the album, violin and cello often respond to each other almost like two people having a conversation when words are no longer enough.
The electronic elements provide movement without overwhelming the storytelling.
This is music meant not only for dancing or listening.
It is designed to feel cinematic—to make the listener see a story while hearing it.
THE MESSAGE
WE HAVE TODAY is not an album about men versus women.
It is not about blaming somebody for the past.
It is not about rejecting money, success, ambition, romance or beautiful things.
It is about perspective.
Work hard.
Build your future.
Take care of your children.
Care for your aging parents.
Dream bigger.
Buy the flowers.
Take her somewhere beautiful.
Wear the watch.
Enjoy what you worked for.
Fall in love.
And when life knocks you down…
get up again.
But somewhere between building tomorrow and carrying yesterday…
don’t forget to live today.
To every man who has ever walked into work on Monday morning carrying something nobody could see…
To every father who kept going because somebody depended on him…
To every son watching his parents grow older…
To every dreamer who failed and tried again…
To every man who loved, lost, learned, rebuilt and somehow still kept his heart open…
This album is for you.
You do not need to pretend that nothing hurts.
You do not need to have every answer.
Your story does not end because something went wrong.
As long as you are still here, there is another page to write.
So work.
Dream.
Create.
Love.
Laugh.
Cry when you need to.
Hold the people you love.
And tomorrow morning…
get up again.
Because yesterday has already become a memory.
Tomorrow is still only a dream.
But right now—
you are here.
And right now…
LYRICS
1. WE HAVE TODAY
I know where I’ve been.
I know where you’ve been.
Neither of us
arrived untouched.
We carried our stories,
we carried our scars,
and learned in our own ways
how much love can cost.
I spent half my life
trying to understand…
who stays,
who changes,
who means what they say.
Then you came…
and somewhere
between your eyes and your smile…
I stopped asking.
So walk beside me.
Let the wind
play with your hair.
Turn around…
give me that smile.
For once,
I don’t need an answer.
I just want to be there.
We have today…
The wind,
the river,
your hand
close to mine.
No promises to measure,
no questions to explain.
Just your smile beside me…
and sunlight after rain.
We have today…
Let the river
find its way.
Some moments
don’t need a destination
to mean everything.
We knew how this started.
We never had to pretend.
But somewhere between
your laughter…
your touch…
and waking by your side…
something changed.
You became
more than a meeting.
More than
a beautiful night.
And I became
more vulnerable
than I ever
meant to be.
Maybe I felt too much.
Maybe you felt it too.
Maybe that’s something
neither of us needs to prove.
All I know…
when I was there
with you…
it was real to me.
We have today…
The sand,
the trees,
your laughter
on the breeze.
No promises to measure,
no questions to explain.
Just your smile beside me…
and sunlight after rain.
We have today…
Let the river
find its way.
Some moments
don’t need a destination
to mean everything.
I never needed you perfect.
I hope you never needed
that from me.
You came
with your yesterday.
I came
with mine.
Two imperfect hearts…
finding something beautiful
between them.
Maybe love isn’t
holding tighter.
Maybe sometimes…
it’s giving each other
room to breathe.
And still…
somehow…
feeling close.
There was a morning…
you held me differently.
Tears in your eyes…
your arms around me.
And you said…
you chose happiness with me…
in this life…
and many more.
I remember.
God… I remember.
Not because I need
those words again.
Not because I’m asking
what they mean today.
But because…
for one beautiful morning…
I believed you.
And maybe…
you believed it too.
So…
we have today…
Walk with me.
Come closer.
Let the river carry
what we cannot say.
No yesterday
to repair.
No tomorrow
to arrange.
Just your heart,
close to mine…
and this little piece
of time.
We have today…
The wind,
the river,
your beautiful smile…
and me…
quietly learning
that I don’t have
to understand love
to feel it.
Some moments
don’t need a destination.
Some feelings
don’t need an explanation.
Sometimes a moment
can touch your heart…
Sometimes it can hurt…
and still…
be beautiful.
Walk beside me.
Laugh with me.
Let the wind
play with your hair.
Let me remember you…
just like this.
You once chose
happiness with me…
in this life…
and many more.
And today…
I’m choosing happiness too.
With the memories.
With the questions.
With everything
we never learned to say.
The river knows
where it’s going.
We don’t have to.
For this moment…
we have today.
We have today…
2. THE BOY WHO LEARNED TO CARRY
I was still a boy
when the room became too heavy.
Words I couldn’t understand,
tears I couldn’t fix.
Someone needed protecting.
Someone had to be strong.
So I stood
where a child shouldn’t stand…
and learned to carry on.
I learned love could have sides.
I learned silence could hurt.
I learned you could love two people…
and still be asked
who you loved more.
I didn’t know the answer.
I was only a boy.
But somehow…
I learned to carry.
Carry the anger.
Carry the fear.
Carry the words
I was too young to hear.
Hold back the tears.
Stand up tall.
Nobody told me…
I was allowed to fall.
I was the boy
who learned to carry…
Before I learned
how to let things go.
I learned to be strong
before I knew what strength was.
And somewhere inside
the man you see today…
there’s still that boy…
carrying yesterday.
Years went by.
The boy became a man.
Work in his hands,
dreams in his head,
people depending on him.
Bills on the table.
Promises to keep.
And nights when nobody knew…
how little he would sleep.
But morning came.
So did he.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I’m still the boy
who learned to carry…
Only now
they call me a man.
I keep moving
with a heart full of questions.
I keep building
with scars in my hands.
You see what I’ve made.
You see where I stand.
But you may never know
how far I’ve walked…
just to become this man.
For years I thought
being strong
meant never putting
anything down.
Never saying…
I’m tired.
Never saying…
that hurt.
Never saying…
hold me too.
But maybe strength
isn’t carrying everything.
Maybe it’s knowing
what was never yours
to carry.
And maybe that boy…
deserves to breathe.
I can’t change
the rooms I grew up in.
I can’t unsay
the words I heard.
But I can finally
tell that boy…
You made it.
You don’t have to fight
every battle anymore.
You don’t have to carry
everyone
to deserve
someone carrying you.
And after everything…
you can still dream.
You can still open your heart.
You can still love.
I was the boy
who learned to carry…
Now I’m the man
learning to live.
Yesterday made me.
Tomorrow may change me.
But neither one
is where I am.
So I’ll put down
what I can…
and hold close
what is here.
Because after all
I’ve carried…
I have today.
Maybe I was never
meant to carry the world.
Maybe I was only
meant to live in it.
To work.
To dream.
To love.
To breathe.
The boy is still here.
But tonight…
he doesn’t have
to carry everything.
He has today.
We have today.
3. MONDAY MORNING
You see the flowers
on Saturday night.
The dinner, the wine,
the city lights.
You see the suit,
the watch on my hand.
You see the life…
but not the man.
You don’t see Monday
before the sun.
Coffee going cold,
another day begun.
Bills on the table.
People depending on me…
and no time for breaking.
I button my shirt.
I straighten my tie.
Whatever I’m carrying…
I leave it inside.
The world doesn’t stop
because my heart hurts.
Monday morning…
I go back to work.
Nobody photographs Monday morning.
Nobody sees
what a man has to carry.
They see what he gives.
They see what he owns.
But not all the nights
he carried it alone.
Nobody photographs Monday morning.
The pressure,
the bills,
the weight in his hands.
But morning comes…
and he rises again.
That’s the man I am.
There’s always something
that needs to be paid.
Someone who needs me.
Another decision to make.
A family.
A future.
A promise.
A dream.
And somewhere between them…
there’s still me.
Sometimes I’m tired.
Sometimes I’m scared.
Sometimes I wonder
if anybody cares.
Not for what I provide.
Not for what I can do.
But when I come home tired…
will you still see me too?
Nobody photographs Monday morning.
They remember the flowers.
They remember the wine.
But nobody asks
what they cost him in time.
Morning comes…
and he rises again.
Not because he cannot break…
because he carries on.
I don’t need applause.
I don’t need
to be called strong.
Sometimes I just need
somewhere
I don’t have to perform.
Don’t bring me
another answer tonight.
Just sit beside me.
Put your hand in mine.
And tell me…
[Music almost disappears]
“I see you.”
Not the suit.
Not the watch.
Not what I bring home.
Me.
Tomorrow may bring
another Monday morning.
Another bill.
Another fight.
Another dream
worth chasing.
And I’ll get up.
I’ll go again.
But tonight…
if you’re here beside me…
let me put the world down
for a while.
No comparisons.
No expectations.
Just your head
against my shoulder…
and your smile.
Because life isn’t only
Saturday night.
Sometimes love is simply…
being there
on Monday morning.
The flowers will fade.
The glasses will empty.
But if Monday comes…
and you’re still beside me…
maybe that’s the kind of love
I’ve been looking for.
Tomorrow can wait.
Tonight you’re here.
And after everything…
We have today.
4. WHAT DOES A MAN COST?
I like to see you smile
when I bring you flowers.
I like choosing the table,
pouring the wine.
I like taking your hand
and making you feel
for a few beautiful hours…
the whole world is mine.
[Violin enters]
I never counted
what love made me give.
When giving came from my heart…
it made me feel alive.
But somewhere
the questions changed.
How much?
How often?
How big?
How expensive?
And something beautiful
started feeling measured.
So quietly…
I started wondering…
What does a man cost?
Is it written
on the flowers he brings?
The dinners he pays for?
The diamonds,
the dresses,
the beautiful things?
If another man gives more…
does my love
suddenly mean less?
Tell me…
when you look at me…
do you see the man
or what he can spend?
There will always be someone
with a bigger house.
A faster car.
A richer life.
Someone can bring
a hundred roses
when I arrive
with twelve.
But don’t count my flowers.
Look at the hands
that brought them.
Don’t measure my heart
by the size of the box.
Because everything I gave
when I loved you…
was never just something I bought.
What does a man cost?
Is he worth
what he gives you tonight?
Or the mornings he works,
the battles he fights,
the dreams he keeps building
when nothing goes right?
I wanted to give
because I loved you.
But somewhere
I became afraid…
would you still love me
if one day
I gave you less?
I don’t want you
to stop dreaming.
I don’t want you
to want less from life.
I want beautiful dinners.
I want flowers.
I want journeys
under foreign skies.
[Violin enters tenderly]
I just don’t want love
to become a competition
I can never finish winning.
Because someone
will always have more.
But nobody else
can be me.
So don’t ask
what a man costs.
Ask what remains
when the gifts are gone.
When the restaurant closes.
When the flowers fade.
When the beautiful night
becomes another day.
Will you sit beside him?
Will you know his heart?
Will you still reach
for his hand?
Because I can buy you flowers…
but I cannot buy
what I’m looking for.
I want to be loved
before I am measured.
I want to be seen…
before I am priced.
So when I bring you flowers…
smile.
Let me enjoy
giving them to you.
Just don’t count them.
Look at me.
See the man
standing behind them.
Tomorrow…
I may have more.
I may have less.
But tonight…
my heart is here.
And
We have today.
5. IF EVERYTHING CHANGED
You once asked me…
what happens
when everything changes?
If beauty fades.
If money disappears.
If the body
that once held me
can no longer
hold me near.
If tomorrow takes away
the things we have today…
would love still know
our names?
I didn’t know
how to answer then.
Maybe I was afraid
of what the answer meant.
But I’ve lived enough
to know one thing…
love isn’t only
for the easy days.
If everything changed…
If your body grew tired,
if your beautiful eyes
could no longer find mine,
if I had to hold your hand
through the longest night…
I’d still know it’s you.
If the laughter disappeared,
if life became something
we never planned…
I’d still sit beside you.
I’d still hold your hand.
Because if I truly love you…
I don’t only love
what you can give me.
And then I wondered…
would you know me too?
If the money became less.
If the victories stopped.
If the man you met
lost everything
except the heart
that loved you.
Would I still be
the same man in your eyes?
Or does love change
when fortune does?
I don’t ask
because I doubt you.
I ask because…
life changes everything.
If everything changed…
If the lights went out,
if the beautiful life
became harder somehow,
would we remember
what brought us this close?
Would you still know me?
I’d still know you.
Not your body.
Not your beauty.
Not what you brought
into my life.
You.
Maybe love
was never meant to be tested.
Maybe life
does enough testing for us.
Illness.
Age.
Failure.
Distance.
Time.
Things neither of us
can control.
So while your hand
still fits into mine…
why should I spend today
being afraid of tomorrow?
If everything changed…
I cannot promise
I’d have every answer.
I cannot promise
I would never be afraid.
But if love is real…
I’ll be there.
Not because you’re perfect.
Not because life is easy.
Not because of
what you can give.
I’ll be there…
because it’s you.
And if one day
everything changes for me…
I won’t ask you
for a promise tonight.
Just see me.
Know me.
Love the man…
not only the life around him.
Everything changes.
Bodies.
Fortunes.
Dreams.
Even we change.
But your hand
is in mine now.
So I won’t waste this moment
testing tomorrow.
Tonight…
I choose to love you today.
Because tomorrow
can change everything.
But right now…
We have today.
6. DON’T COMPARE MY FLOWERS
I saw them in the window
and thought of you.
Didn’t count the roses.
Didn’t ask the price.
I only imagined
that little smile…
when I placed them
in your hands tonight.
Maybe someone brought you more.
Maybe his bouquet
filled the room.
But these were never
just flowers to me…
they were a moment
I wanted with you.
There will always be
someone with more.
A bigger car.
A brighter door.
But love was never meant
to stand in a line…
waiting to be compared.
Don’t compare my flowers.
Don’t count them
one by one.
Don’t ask who brought you hundred
when I only brought you twelve.
Look at the hands
that chose them.
Look at the eyes
watching you smile.
Because when I gave you
those flowers…
I was giving you
a little piece of mine.
I want to take you
somewhere beautiful.
Pour your wine.
Pull out your chair.
Dance with you
when nobody’s watching.
Wake beside you
and find you there.
I like giving.
I like romance.
I like seeing you
feel adored.
But when love becomes
a competition…
every gift begins
to lose its soul.
Don’t compare my flowers.
Don’t measure
how much I spent.
A gift should carry
a feeling…
not become evidence.
Someone will always
have more than me.
Someone will always
give more than I can.
But nobody else
can bring you flowers…
with the heart
of this man.
I don’t want you
to stop dreaming.
Want beautiful things.
Wear beautiful dresses.
Let me spoil you sometimes.
Just don’t make me
compete for your heart.
Because the day
I have to buy my place there…
is the day I start wondering…
was there ever
a place for me?
So take my flowers.
Put them by the window.
Let them fill the room
for a little while.
And when they fade…
don’t remember
how many there were.
Remember the evening.
Remember my hands.
Remember the man
who looked at you
like for that moment…
the whole world was his.
Don’t compare my flowers.
Just let me love you
the way I know.
Because love isn’t
in how much we give…
it’s in what we mean
when we give it.
One day
these flowers will fade.
Everything beautiful
eventually changes.
But tonight…
they’re here.
You’re here.
I’m here.
And before tomorrow
asks anything of us…
We have today.
7. MORE THAN WHAT I BRING
Take away the suit.
Take away the watch.
Take away the table
I reserved for us.
Take away the flowers.
The wine.
The city lights.
Take away everything
that shines around my life.
And when there’s nothing left
to impress your eyes…
would you still look at me
the same tonight?
I’ve been the provider.
The dreamer.
The man with a plan.
But underneath everything
I’ve learned how to become…
I’m still just a man.
I’m more than what I bring.
More than what I buy.
More than the life
you see from outside.
More than my victories.
More than my mistakes.
More than the choices
I wish I could change.
If you want to know me…
come closer.
Look beneath everything.
And love me…
for more than what I bring.
I’ve built things.
I’ve lost things.
I’ve started again.
I’ve loved.
I’ve failed.
I’ve learned how to mend.
There are chapters behind me
I cannot rewrite.
But they brought me here…
to you tonight.
I never asked you
to arrive without a past.
So don’t ask me
to become mine.
We are more
than where we’ve been.
We’re who we choose
to be today.
I’m more than what I bring.
More than what I earn.
More than every scar
and every lesson learned.
See the hands
that keep working.
See the heart
that still believes.
See the man
standing in front of you…
not only what
he can achieve.
Sometimes…
I don’t want to lead.
I don’t want to solve.
I don’t want to prove
that I can carry it all.
Sometimes…
I want to come home,
put everything down…
and know that someone
is happy
simply because I’m there.
Not because I brought something.
Not because I fixed something.
Not because I paid.
Just because…
I came home.
So if you love me…
love the man
before the things.
Love the dreamer
when the dream gets hard.
Love the laughter.
Love the silence.
Love the imperfect
beating heart.
And I’ll try
to love you the same.
Not only your beauty.
Not only your touch.
Not only what
you bring into my world.
You.
And me.
No score to keep.
No price to meet.
Just two people…
more than what we bring.
Tomorrow…
I may have more.
I may have less.
So may you.
That’s life.
But tonight…
if you can see me,
and I can see you…
maybe that’s enough.
No roles.
No prices.
No pretending.
Just us.
And for this moment…
We have today.
8. A MAN DOESN’T STOP
I’ve watched dreams
fall apart.
I’ve watched love
change its mind.
I’ve given everything
I knew how to give…
and still been left
with questions behind.
I’ve lost.
I’ve failed.
I’ve stood alone
in rooms nobody sees.
[Warm bass begins]
Then morning came…
and somehow…
so did I.
I don’t wake up
because nothing hurts.
I don’t keep going
because I’m made of stone.
Some mornings…
I carry pieces of myself
just to make it out the door.
A man doesn’t stop
because his heart is broken.
He doesn’t stop
because the road gets hard.
He can fall.
He can cry.
He can lose
what he thought was his life.
But morning comes…
and he stands again.
Not because he never breaks…
because he refuses
to remain broken.
There were days
I doubted everything.
The work.
The dream.
The man in the mirror.
But someone still needed me.
Something still needed building.
And somewhere inside…
a little fire was still there.
So I worked.
I created.
I failed again.
I learned.
I started again.
Not because I knew
I would win…
because I wasn’t finished.
A man doesn’t stop
because life gets heavy.
He learns where
to place the weight.
He carries his children.
He cares for his aging parents.
He carries his dreams.
And sometimes…
he carries himself.
He may walk slowly.
He may walk wounded.
But as long as
he keeps walking…
the story isn’t over yet.
But listen…
being strong
doesn’t mean
I don’t need love.
It doesn’t mean
I don’t need arms around me.
It doesn’t mean
I never get tired.
Sometimes the strongest thing
a man can say is…
I’m hurting.
Sometimes courage is…
I need you.
And sometimes strength
is allowing someone
to see the part of you…
that isn’t strong tonight.
So tomorrow…
I’ll rise again.
I’ll button my shirt.
I’ll face the world.
I’ll build.
I’ll dream.
I’ll love again.
Not because life
promised me anything.
Not because tomorrow
belongs to me.
But because my story
is still being written.
And while my heart
is still beating…
I’m still here.
A man can break.
A man can cry.
A man can fall
a thousand times.
But today…
if he can stand…
he stands.
Maybe tomorrow
brings another battle.
Maybe tomorrow
brings everything I dreamed.
I don’t know.
And I don’t need
to know tonight.
I’m breathing.
I’m dreaming.
I’m still loving.
I’m still becoming.
My story isn’t over.
And right now…
I have today.
We have today.
9. LOVE HER TODAY
If she’s beside you
when the morning comes…
don’t reach for your phone.
Reach for her.
Let the coffee wait.
Let the world
keep turning without you
for a little while.
Look at her
before the day begins…
and remember…
this moment
will never happen twice.
There will always be
another meeting.
Another bill.
Another dream
you’re trying to build.
But if someone you love
is smiling beside you…
don’t be too busy
to notice.
Love her today.
Don’t save the flowers
for another time.
Kiss her in the kitchen.
Take her hand outside.
Tell her she’s beautiful
while she’s still there
to hear it.
Laugh with her.
Dance with her.
Hold her
a little longer tonight.
If you love her…
love her today.
Take the photograph.
Book the little trip.
Open the wine
you were saving.
Cook something together.
Walk without a destination.
Let her steal
your side of the bed.
Make ordinary moments
feel extraordinary…
because one day
you’ll understand…
they already were.
Love her today.
Not when work gets easier.
Not when the money is right.
Not when you’ve finally built
the perfect life.
Life isn’t waiting
for everything to be perfect.
Neither should love.
So put your worries down.
Look into her eyes.
And if your heart says
you love her…
let her know tonight.
Maybe tomorrow
we’ll have more.
More time.
More money.
More answers.
Maybe we won’t.
That’s not sadness.
That’s life.
And maybe knowing
nothing lasts forever
is exactly why
some moments
deserve everything
we have.
So love her today.
Bring the flowers.
Pour the wine.
Make her laugh
until she forgets the time.
Hold her close.
Make love.
Talk until morning.
Tell her the stories
you never tell anyone.
Let her see the man
behind everything you carry.
And see the woman
behind everything she shows.
No measurements.
No comparisons.
No tests tonight.
Just two people…
choosing happiness
while happiness is here.
Tomorrow…
we’ll go back
to building our lives.
There will be work.
Responsibilities.
Dreams waiting for us.
But tonight…
come closer.
Yesterday is already gone.
Tomorrow is still a dream.
But you’re here.
I’m here.
And that’s enough.
So if you love her…
don’t wait.
Love her today.
Because all We really have…
is today.
10. WHEN TODAY BECOMES YESTERDAY
One day
this morning will be a memory.
This room.
This light.
The way you looked at me.
The flowers will fade.
The photographs will age.
And everything we call today…
will quietly
turn another page.
That’s not something
I want to fear anymore.
It’s what makes
this moment worth living for.
Yesterday taught me.
Tomorrow calls me.
But neither one
is where I am.
So before today
becomes another memory…
let me live it
while I can.
When today becomes yesterday…
I don’t want to wonder
where the hours went.
I don’t want to remember
all the things I worried about…
and forget
the people I loved.
I want to remember
that I was here.
That I worked.
That I dreamed.
That I loved.
That somehow…
I really lived.
Children grow.
Parents grow older.
Bodies change.
Fortunes turn.
Some dreams come true.
Some become lessons
we needed to learn.
People arrive.
People leave.
Some stay longer
than we ever believed.
And maybe life
was never asking us
to hold everything forever.
Maybe it was asking us…
to know its value
while it’s here.
When today becomes yesterday…
I hope I remember
more than what I achieved.
Not only the money.
Not only the work.
Not only the things
people could see.
I want to remember
the hands I held.
The laughter.
The journeys.
The nights I loved.
Because in the end…
maybe the richest life
is the one
we actually felt.
I spent years
trying to understand yesterday.
Years building
for tomorrow.
Trying to fix.
Trying to prove.
Trying to become.
And somewhere along the way…
I learned something simple.
Tomorrow deserves my dreams.
Yesterday deserves my forgiveness.
But today…
today deserves me.
So I’ll keep dreaming
about tomorrow.
I’ll keep working
for the life I want.
I’ll care for my children.
I’ll care for my aging parents.
I’ll build.
I’ll create.
I’ll fall.
I’ll rise.
And when love
finds me…
I’ll love.
Not because I know
how the story ends.
Not because anything
is promised.
But because I’m here.
You’re here.
The sun is still above us.
And before this moment
becomes yesterday…
I want to be inside it.
Yesterday taught me.
Tomorrow calls me.
But you’re here.
I’m here.
And the sun
is still above us.
Maybe that’s enough.
Maybe it always was.
Yesterday is memory.
Tomorrow is hope.
And this…
this is life.
We have today.
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