Paintings lying on the wall
staring straight as if I was
the only staring at the wall
or those paintings staying there
just remaining, nothing more
until the light begins to fade
and nothing more could I just stare
beyond those paintings on the wall
carved in stone in my black brain.
staring straight as if I was
the only staring at the wall
or those paintings staying there
just remaining, nothing more
until the light begins to fade
and nothing more could I just stare
beyond those paintings on the wall
carved in stone in my black brain.
1 comentário:
Adorei! O Carabina não perde a sua força mesmo mudando de língua... até parece que ganha outra musicalidade.
Muito bonito... algo melancólico, algo vazio, mas tão cheio de sentimento, de sensações. Muito belo.
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