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A baneful dream
08:00
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Here I am crossing this sorrow sight.
All is painted in black and white.
Dark is crowning the light.
Wandering inside the mist
my anxiety grows like a shade.
Inside of me
no heartbeat, no breath.
I walk without a course.
This place could be the key
to fill all hollow I keep.
I think I reach the deep.
This is what I see: my deepest fear.
I closed my eyes
to glimpse some way out.
There is a presence
claiming my time.
It is a vision of my corpse
projected by my baneful thoughts.
In front of me
no heartbeat, no breath.
I walk without a course.
This place could set me free
or create a cell for me
surrounded by my fears.
But now I want to see my darkest dream.
When my vision decreases I perceive that pale light
that makes me feel
the warmth of life in front of my eyes.
An ephemeral sensation overwhelming my mind.
The awakening is near. The dream dies here,
it always did.
And despite it all this is all I could see
when growing darkness
surrounded me
among my dreams and fears.
All in a sigh.
But now I just see nothing.
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2. |
Rest after sigh
06:23
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Open yourself to the last call.
Converge with this deploying of confused thoughts.
The final second, with a bittersweet taste,
diverges from my heart with the deepest sigh.
And this will clarify my sight.
Embraced by these new sensations.
Wondering if this is a new inception.
Wondering if my role is over
with the curtain’s fall.
Will I rest to be free of questions?
Lamentations have no place now.
Undress the awareness
and let the time show you
the way to the unknown.
Feel the change and forsake old fears.
Set aside your insecurities.
And then my steps will tread the path.
Embraced by these new sensations.
Wondering if this is a new inception.
Wondering if my role is over
with the curtain’s fall.
Will I rest to be free of questions?
Lamentations have no place.
Now I have the greatest secret kept.
In dispute, overflow of tears.
Drenched faces of my past
whispering a last goodbye.
My last goodbye, our last goodbye.
The final step is done.
At last is mine the rest after the sigh.
A last goodbye.
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3. |
Above the sun
06:35
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I can see your broken smiles.
I am a child who has no dreams at night.
I can hear all your lies.
I do not need your light.
Without your sheen my eyes will be free
to see a brand new sun.
The height of clouds I will reach.
Where is the truth?
Why did they hide its wisdom?
Have I ever really felt the sky?
We are not trying to fly.
I can feel my broken wings.
I am the man who has no hopes in life.
I still hear all your lies.
I will not feed your light.
Without your sheen my eyes will be free
to see a brand new sun.
The height of clouds I will reach.
Celestial dome awaits. Where is the truth?
Why did they hide its wisdom?
Perhaps it died because we never tried to.
I want to fly away.
I am the one who wants to fly away
above the sun,
to fly above this crimson sun of gold,
to keep myself out of range of its glow.
Blinded eyes can not perceive the blue.
And when the blackened night
opens before my eyes I can see light.
It is the purest of the stars
showing me the way in this sparkling sky.
And then I will leave my life
behind this veil
seeing my new sun.
I tried to make my own decisions,
to leave behind my old convictions,
to fulfill dreams of liberation.
I flew until I gained the sky.
Now I sense the breath of clouds
over my hands
And I behold,
among its precious calm,
the wounds of this decaying land.
I am the one who is on a flight
with no return.
I am the one who is flying away
above the sun.
I know the truth.
They are hiding its wisdom.
Why live below the sky?
Now that I know how shiny is light.
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4. |
Below the sky
05:11
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He lives inclosed
into a grayish room.
Through the window
counting days and nights.
Hopeful dreams
lay on an elder mind.
Without knowing
the truth about the sun
his hopes lay below the sky.
Meanwhile his end is getting close.
Waiting for a moment
that never comes, alone.
Even tears can not dispel
his view of clouds.
Hopeful dreams
lay on an elder mind.
Without knowing
the truth about the sun
his hopes lay below the sky.
Meanwhile dark thoughts
surround his mind.
Hopeless feelings
are taking form in the walls.
Light is disappearing.
His light is going.
Curtain is falling.
The dream is ending.
His dream is ending.
Sky is now fading away.
Sky fades away.
Hopeful dreams
laid on an elder mind.
Without knowing
the truth above the sun
his life ends below the sky.
Another one who is left behind.
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Tapestry
05:22
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Wild ivy grows
hiding the wounds
of rotten stones,
ascending on forsaken walls,
sewing the ground.
Watered with the blood of the darkest cloud
and pruned by ethereal hands of wind.
Created to weave
magisterial stitches.
Planning slowly by the grace of sun.
Threading green fibers through the needles.
Branches and leaves are facing the rock
with roots.
Death decorated by
tangles full of life.
Injecting sheen of brown and green,
concealing the grey rust with a veil
for the nature’s will.
Weaving hundreds of gardens
without stop.
Everlasting work of art.
Sinks under the dust.
Keeps digging the land
liberating seeds,
delivering life.
See the mantle rise
below the skies.
Ruins dressed by
tapestries of life.
The tapestry is alive.
Wild ivy grows
next to the walls
of rusted grey.
But one day man
will come again
to build his grave.
Behold this miracle,
inhale what it provides.
A gift for our lives
exhaled from the woods.
Then why are we
raising walls on tapestries?
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Awaiting in misery
13:36
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First morning light in darkness still.
All that warm light can not take away our cold.
Here we are, waiting in misery.
Meanwhile the fate sweetens our lives
seasoning it with lies.
How to stay if all is lost?
Savouring its lies.
And here we are, waiting in misery.
There is a lad
giving his tears to the marble.
Poor, those tears will never dry.
Orphan’s chant.
His dreams will die
and then he will wait with us.
Here we are, waiting in misery
to find some calm in our despair.
Is there a purpose in life?
Is there an aim?
Waiting in misery
to find some calm in our despair.
Is there something valuable
in this decline called life?
Life is something baneful
to the hopeless' eyes.
Long will be the wait for those who want to leave.
Time will run slow for those who want to die.
Raining over us remnants of our decay.
Shames and fears feed our stay.
We wait to forget those feelings through calm.
This is the reason why we lost it all.
This hollow will be always inside.
Sometimes it fills with illusive hopes
but we keep waiting.
No one lives forever.
We keep the wait, waiting in misery
to find some calm in our despair.
And here we are, waiting in misery.
Our departure is coming silently.
It is time to cross the line.
Life is just a wait through the wounds.
Clocks are stopping now.
We are not afraid of
walking through life’s bounds.
The waited reward is near.
Farewell to all our fears.
Comes with death
all that in life is searched.
All our cold is gone and darkness now is light.
Wasting the waiting time, waiting to waste our time.
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7. |
Time's fence
09:00
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With my hand covering the chest
the heartbeats knock my fingers.
Sweet throbbing of my core
in absence of repose.
Between these arms something is moving.
Between these arms it is hiding.
Beneath this flesh is giving
my role in the existence.
The spark of life
remains inside of everyone
who can feel the beat of
his own second-hand.
Paces inviting to reflect.
Low tempo invades myself.
Time is not an exception,
we imposed on it a new pulse.
Our hearts in unison
when time is fenced by our clocks.
Our life is not perpetual,
it will stop with our hearts.
But time is still eternal
when you stop the hands.
New concept illuminating me.
I am sure now, more than ever.
Paces inviting to reflect.
Low tempo invades myself.
I want to leave old ways
and stay away
because our intention
in clocks’ creation
was time’s translation.
This misconception clouded our vision.
Time can not be led by us
and we are unable to understand it.
I would like to know how it feels
when clocks are just ignored.
All hands are in silence.
I hear clear my heartbeat.
Suddenly I feel again
all those lost sensations.
Forever more I will keep my heart
away from clocks,
always following my own beat.
Time will always be an exception,
we can not impose a new pulse.
Time is always marking the tempo
passing indifferent to our clocks.
Paces to eternity.
New tempo guides myself.
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