Tutano no ventilador
domingo, 9 de outubro de 2005
  here we are
so here you are...
quiet, calm, silent
expecting to the day comes
the moon light off its bright
and you think that you're so right

this night doesn't seem to end
past memories of never-ending forgetfullness
always getting to a no-return point
when your body still resimblance and hot demands
the coming of a new beginning, a new understanding from another being


you guess that could be bloody right, good and vibrant...you hope.
but in the other hand you forget, focus on your life with all the worries, pain and lost
facing undoubtful sadness of this misery existence you try, punch thru walls of despair
like you'll ever wear your head on that place, on the ends and means of all kinds
tries to keeps apart off your life feelings and thoughts you consider less-productive
that's not the point here... you'll have to leave this happen...when !? you certainly don't know yet


... but soon.


just another daydream of ours... just a crazy little whisper of insanity on our heads and the rest is gone... no time to waste on that, no way to turn around... maybe we could just be looking for that...

Com'on ... you thought that was just the same? the same old tricks you could do to me doesn't glue in here anymore, think on that, believe in that.

02:28 7/3/2005 - with bits of 02:50 9/10/2005

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