o movimento do entre pelo tempo e pelo espaço, onde cada palavra é figura esburacada, e o rosto de ninguém expande ao infinito.

segunda-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2014

Beyond your scared bed
I decided to emerge from ink
Through a soft beginning
And old feet.

The clouds remained the same
As movements of steel
But something was change
Inside, creation and drops of tear

Fear - I feel
Your yellow eyes and heavy breath
And honor, by facing
A passage and a pain: Death

Alive and awake
Blood on my cheeks
I chase your heart
Truly, under-ocean
I believe.

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