O sonho do vale azul

Sinto em demasia, pouco expresso Fizeste-te carne crua que me asfixia. Mais uma ilusão mais um excesso Porque manipulas a pureza da nossa poesia?  Ao desvanecer na nua tristeza Desconhecia os teus motivos, a tua avareza Escolhi não te revelar, nem reconhecer estas lágrimas que ansiavam me corresponderes. Após o delírio precoce e efémero d'Agosto e novas armaduras sedimentandas pelo desgosto Os sorrisos desajeitados são o meu novo embuste. Mas não to direi custe o que custe. È com brutal gentileza que te minto Mas é paradoxal que no fim te agradeço por esta tristeza que sinto. Perdi o sono a evocar a recordação de momentos coloridos mas equívocos abstentes de sentimentos profundos e recíprocos. Sinto em demasia mas nunca em vão. Faz-te feliz que eu liberto-me desta ansiedade e talvez um dia, não por caridade Com coração aberto  e outra idade partilhes da mesma filosofia Unir os corpos quando se ama È renascer a flor da própria lama

The pocket of cigarettes its empty but hey i got a package full of dreams, confetti for celebrating reality, its never what it seams. some grow older, colder in a ice castle surrounded by uncried tears, some like to keep it away in the forest of unknown fears, cheers to those young years are we living? are we deceiving street suffer from the love they want to find, ill wonder why they leave their love behind down in a corner, the door is closed but they're ghost, they can pas ... s through the glass, they dont need color class so it makes me wonder, if they really enjoy living in dark matter, their pieces are scattered in fragments that i picked to write this letter

The summer sent the nymph to her temple was finding home that simple? dark turn to green tho the color of her eyes were made of sin and through the forest of creation she found a trill she have never seen brave was she wrapped for so long in human shield and lying in golden fields turns to nothing and becomes so real HOw does it feel?..... how does it feel the temple exploded in two days her dress slowly started to fade away living her floating through heaven making hell form a new constelation both creating a path for transformation the devil seeks through his telescope a angel with flames of hope seek for my ashes mother find what remains of the temple father And both shall plant a forest like no other *********************************************