quinta-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2011


Your eyes foreshadow my fall
Gliding across the abyss I spread a thousand eclipses
Between the verses of my misfortune
I argue with angels the theory of rebirth

Unfurling the wings of my desire
I fly away from the northern horizon
I sow a million blazing stars with one hand
With the other I reap a thousand sorrows

I blossom in denial, the snow buries me deep
Upon my grave I forsee the future ahead
And with a bouquet of dead roses
I wither with the wind, whispering my fate into oblivion ears.


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