When we go dark
Posted by flor | Labels: Devaneios Pseudo Românticos, Musicalidade e Poesia (citada e original) |Renovando o sentido de antigas palavras...
What have you done?
What have you become?
Trapped by all you once held in contempt.
Defined by order
It's not who you are
Extinguish
To see things clear you have to close your eyes
With Reverance
The lanterns dim and your ghosts feel free to speak
The Moments
When you reach within and the answers come to you
Made Glorious
The Truth is there beneath it all
What have you become?
Could you please them all?
Living someone else's life
Distraction keeps the blinding light
Deflecting off the horror
You've lost your soul or slowly let it die
It's not who you are
Extinguish
To see things clear you have to close your eyes
With Reverance
The lanterns dim and your ghosts feel free to speak
The Moments
When you reach within and the answers come to you
Made Glorious
The Truth is there beneath it all
Alone in a corner with your head on your knees,
This is not who they came to see.
The child in the mind's eye - all trust and full of laughter
Dreams hot as embers can unlock forever.
Remember!
Remember...
Another morning's light
And you're holding back the tears
Fight the numb surrender
Remember who you are
Extinguish
To see things clear you have to close your eyes
With Reverance
The lanterns dim and your ghosts feel free to speak
The Moments
When you reach within and the answers come to you
Made Glorious
The Truth is there beneath it all
Glorious
Remember who you are
Glorious
Glorious
Glorious
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Acaricio a esventrada porta
Com imóveis olhos cegos
Quero-a de negro manchada
Renego a Luz
Quero-a em Treva tornada
Vejo-te a deslizar, ondulante, de um morno Verão
Olhar melancólico
Cabelo cintilante
Frio sorriso
Imperturbável...infecto
Negro coração o teu
Ó Flor...singela Flor
Louca ...moribunda
Fruto do meu eterno infante amor
O teu doce odor...a tua doce seiva...goteja
Queima a Treva no meu coração
Murcho...negro...
Esventrada de facto seria se aberta permanecesse esperando o teu regresso.
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