Cresento Cantata
per favoreper favore continua a
notara il mio amore
per ta.....
forse ogni giorno
staremo insieme.....
il desideriod di
amare.....
desiderio di essere
amati.....
Vvoglia di stare
insieme.....
insieme nell' amore!
silence...
By H2O the silent poet
Lets listen to the tongues of our feelings
and the noise of slient mouths
like calm river in still motion of .our dark hearts
let our eyes be bail out of jail
Without a price tag
eyes to eyes
we will stare and
away in a deep distance
until the wish of our heart spread like pebbles
listen...
call me a fool of love stupid
that is the shadow of my being
i am like a strange stream
at the edge of the earth
where noise is forbidden fruit
don't give me your heart
from the chest of another man
i don't have .......
and let no blood know me
for the eyes of heaven is upon me
like the tongue of flames on apostles
wait...
don't leave me
like the coldness of a river
after the touch of the sun
and don't come close to touch me
you know i will die
your hands will kill me
if it lead me where we can stretch...
and fill a dept with viscous
of white water
from which regrets grow after
silent treatment we live ina forse paradise
Silence is
the ultimate disguise.
It cloaks the truth
silence is beauty
a gentle absence
that cools
the fevered mind
silence is hope
a quiet place
where thoughts
become dreams
under this gray sky
to the name rose they gave sharp thorns
to the name nettles nothing to suggest the itch when touching them
maybe it's just fate and nothing but appearance
although
every sweet arrival is preceded by a steep path
and every profound evil is hidden to the world
only if whoever whatches has no heart to see
...........
sotto questo cielo grigio
al nome di rosa hanno dato affilate spine
al nome ortiche
niente che suggerisca il prurito al toccarle
forse è solo il destino e nient'altro che apparenza
eppure
ogni dolce arrivo è preceduto da un ripido sentiero
e ogni male profondo è nascosto agli occhi del mondo
solo se chi guarda non ha cuore per vedere
..........
bajo este cielo gris
al nombre rosa dieron espinas afiladas
al nombre ortigas
nada que sugiera la picazón al tocarlas
tal vez es solo el destino y nada más que apariencia
pero aún
cada dulce llegada es precedida por un camino empinado
y todo mal profundo está oculto a los ojos del mundo
solo si quien mira no tiene corazón para ver
Marco Bo
I'm Aboard
The Train to heaven with a sword
My bodies in a morge
My souls what i forge
Scorch me along with the tourch
Crash me along with the porsch
Use phsyical forse
Lifes a deludiable cousre
Full of preceptions of happiness
It leads to roy slapin kids
Quit actin *****
My friends keep telling me im an advocate
I'm not masculant
to these acid trip
My lifes just an axcident
Whats the point of rappin quick
When were all poor actin rich
This savage ****...
Is just an Average Glipse...
Of what Happens in...
the back of this...
moment in thime thats imaculant...