Thursday, November 10, 2005


Once you tried to call loud divinity,
screaming, fighting against it...
But it was just a long goodbye.

From the woods mirror ghosts define curvelinearity,
to join crowd,
to give an end... to this silly calm.

try to reach another,
it will last forever my brother,
it's the peace,
the last flush... the long away.

Not everything is a lie,
not everything leads to turn off the light,
to avoid and hate.
Pray for the storm again,
rise your hads to the filthy sky,
and drain the illness,
drag it from the cracked shell.

And it will give up...
and people will give up...
everything will be gone...
no more stand and still... more looking down,
no more empty feels.