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Instead of you

Instead of you, I chose a blooming hell,
a dungeon filled with screams and rain,
A shipwreck at the center of a chimera
To gaze the impossible and the silence.
 
I will continue searching in the music
whatever life didn't give me and took away,
laughing and drinking,
singing and hoping
that before this journey ends within the wildest sorrow
in an unknown place, oh, it will be revealed to me, why so much effort was worth it.
 
I will continue searching in the music
whatever life didn't give me and took away...
 

This body is timid

Be careful,
This body is timid,
it folds back, recognizes itself,
water and soil is clay,
it hurts itself.
 
Your hands should be thin,
your lies anemic,
you swear.
 
Nude pictures, remorse,
wild, steep turns,
you are sinking,
you are sinking.
 
Look,
This body on the cross,
it is nailed,
levitates, like a horror,
the demise is spreading in the blood.
 
I am despair, anger,
a mist at a cliff
where you hide.
 
I arrived, from the shadows, near you
Like a ghost without joys,
I am crushing down,
I am crushing down.
 

Love is a dog from hell

A crippled sky falls upon me
the stars shake, they fall on my waterproof jacket.
It's a habit I had since I was a kid
to love what pushes me to my death.
 
I'm sewing shrouds with childish suns,
i'm wondering if i'll find a sign of yours.
I'm learning your news from crazyd emons,
from astronauts who saw you at the moon.
 
I'm hanging out with leprous people who want caresses,
with saint punks and troubled minds,
conquered ones who hug the darkness
in case i hear them saying something to me about you.
 
And like that I drown in the abyss full of desperation
either way i'm lost away from you.
Love is a dog from hell
and i have arrived there and i'm waiting on her.
 

BLUE WINTER

It's just that it's been a thousand years
and I used to die from love,
until this blue winter came
to light up what the century has turned off.
 
I competed with myself on the hurricane's hours,
at the times when the heart was puking ashes,
standing still in the cyclone's maelstrom
the only thing I could hear was them saying to me feel hurt, feel hurt, feel hurt, feel hurt.
 
My body didn't surrender to the rocks,
my last tear didn't dry up,
witches of times of love, liars
of the most beautiful nights, bum hours.
 
I won't compare the light to the darkness
nor a white sheep to a black wolf.
I won't be fed one more motherly caress
just let my soul's well close.
 
It's only been a thousand years...