Mourning pray

Still waters run deep
Without the movement of a creek
Reflections on the wave
Inexistence from the grave

Through the window, the light
Fills the room with bright
The candlelight still lingers
In the background of the fingers

And the Dragon breathes
To the night that grieves
And replace the day
In mourning pray

His wings spread wide
And accept the night with pride
Still the candles cry their wax
Making the last dragon mask

Understand...

Feel free to understand
That what I see has now ended
So try to break down the wall
For to long tears had fall

I now see that you are long behind
Overcoming the true that’s hide
In fear the raven fly high
In tears I run and hide

The stars are reaching me again
Inside the cradle’s chain
Blood covers the insidious moon
The soul grows in gloom

In Memoriam

Aqui relembro o meu carro, velhinho, mas que eu gostava muito. Infelizmente a reparação era superior ao valor do carro, pelo que um arranjo ficou fora de questão. O motor recuou, a caixa de mudanças foi-se e o habitáculo deformou um bocadinho com a batida.

Foi o resultado de um pião, uma batida contra uma divisória de betão e de um slide lateral sobre as portas direitas, no último fim-de-semana.

Memento mori...
Farewell

A single Rose

The grander jester of the few, dwell in the twilight mist of dawn.

Under the grey dust of the untainted world
Grows the thorn of the rose.
Sensing the final chapter of the agonizing swan
The melody runs in shades of red.
Again the rose embraces life
And the new garden sings with pride.