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These empty paths have risen their names
like a flower withdrawn in the middle of a winter's storm
ready to show it's beauty to the world
again.
Missing the rain's taste on my lips
while dancing in the start of a journey
the end of the dawn.
Nostalgic melodies through the labyrinth of my mind.
I never found the creepy monster
so I gained no freedom
nor redemption
as I continued searching for the light of a lost sun.
This forgiveness I could not offer
as my hands were too carved and empty
all these feelings kept falling like sand.
Time still writes its' words of lust on my skin.
Papers are floating in the sea
naked and unprotected
like my promises.
These winds belonging to Ikarus
are now in the bottom of the ocean
close to a small boat with no treasure.
The distant orders of obligation brought fire
in our earth, in our homes.
Like Neronas I am watching my country in flames
enjoying the music of fire
the little sparks of hope that recognize existing life.
How could I forget or compare these nights of escape
to any others?
How could I use the same rope, the same effort
to leave the room I was trapped for so many years
when all I have left is a memory of a touch?
In films I watch you being so far
like you never existed
like a dialogue without meaning
somehow fragile
somehow scary.
Soul's instincts trembling as I am walking the same roads
trying to find the map for a journey
I never dared
for a country with unknown name.
Cruel decisions, unforgettable dimensions
of a reality we learn to watch with only two eyes.
Missing the rain's taste on my lips
while dancing in the middle of my dreams
to the start of a myth
I hope you love me still
as lights are passing through the windows' edges
winds I could not carry anymore
yet you gave them
to send me to the sun
and let me burn flaming my mistakes
with all secrets I kept for the place
we would meet.
Unknown nights behind their stars they hide
as I lay upon my future
as I carry the loads of a past I could not afford
Yet trembled in scenes of lasting heaven
majorities of shaken truths fallen in planet's egoism
to keep surviving the terror of continuing.
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