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Vasco Ludovice Poem
Daddy's piano plays my sadness
The funeral of a feeling
with a funny uncle at the mass
The windows feel the breeze
it's 6 pm in the afternoon, in Lisbon
The sun hides in a purple dusky sky
We feel formal but weak
We feel the missing of a heart
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Yes sometimes we feel like
leafs fall too easily on the ground
Yes it's fall
It's hard
You know, we don't control seasons
So it's sad when they're gone
But live your summer
Even if it gets some rain
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Dragon spines and flames
Burn away you animals!
Cook your own skin!
Fry your eyes!
Dragon Kron dives through the sky
flames combust in its nose
flames burn its prey
eating it with one bite
Dragon Kron flies towards
China, Taiwan and Japan
Sometimes to Europe too
And it burns all the matter around
Like sharks swimming in independence
Dragon Kron dives in again and again
Its back spines dive like a killer whale fin
Spine by spine it dives
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Tribal beats in a drum set.
Tribal feelings in a sunset
dancing along the trees
here we gooo!
Driving a crazy bus when I'm mad
like a stepping elephant
in a narrow street
making power sounds
and driving over streets
Passing by every stop
reaching every turning point
I could think of.
Making every turn I could do
I ride my bus around Urbana
My bus drives along it's reflection
mirroring it's engine performance
while feeling the suspension working
along the holes and bumps on the road
Driving my crazy bus around
Making fume and great transitions
bursting at great speed
knockin' wind and door bells
I stick to
In my soul
I recover.
In my soul
I am blessed
with Christianity under
In my last lap I push it quicker
Windows show passing houses
flyin' by the path of recovery
until my last terminal
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Woody structures
balance along the wind
gusts make the town
seem empty
No gas at the station
where to go?
One dreamer might fly
with its wings
bent over the town
in the blue sky
Desperate and full of dust
lies the town
wind is the only visitor
but once in a while…
Skies change their color
and a man flies
like a bullet
with its wings
bent over town
People recognize
the flying man
as the Town Lord
who brings
a bright blue sky
over town
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Airplane traveling in the night
enters the darkness
floats from cloud to cloud
City lights reflect on the fuselage
It flies with soft pace
She flies silently above
Passing through the houses and blocks
Wings are open for it's fate
A Landing and a destination
Tomorrow there's more
But now it's nighttime
And we sleep waiting
for a future we think
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Make your own emblema
draw circles
in your schema
recreate a blue day
shine a panorama
make it a beautiful diorama
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the train blows in a hurry
Travelling from city to city
making a route for the night
today is Tuesday and it is cold
perspectives are average or weak
no progress or big positivism
no great impulse nor great time
lethargic Octobery times of the year
not to mention these emotions
A sea of uncertainties and criticism
A torment of hypothesis and thoughts
A crisis of emptiness and teeth cracking moments
writing white sh*ts of paper.
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Time is like money
When you waste it, it feels like a burden
But I always seem to overestimate it
And waste it as if I was rich
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The tropical scene
outside the window
Green dark green
with a pure nature wisdom
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