Monthly Archives: February 2019

Once upon a time

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Alice has got a brand new hook
she’s reading stories from a dusty red book,
legends and truth as it may seem
keep her tied to the library’s stream…

Once upon a time there was a Prince
handsome bastard that lived on a whim,
his castle of gold and the throne were foretold
he rode white horses as the pages rolled…

And Alice kept up drinking words
she was feeding on reflected synonyms
a world she built from scattered dreams,
her hands heal yet her reason kills…

In the late of March the rabbits reest
and a toast it takes to start the feast,
Alice dances closer to the beast
and that’s a rumor to the least…

To my lover

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Rise and shine my morning star, breathe in air and feed on light,
fight the ghosts with found new heart
don’t wait long for I’m not far,
in the valley of despair salt does melt and builds up hope
for the prayers that’d been told the dull dust may turn to gold
and the small steps that you took bring you closer to the truth,
needles and pins are painted green
and the youth that held your soul has evolved to so much more
and these bricks to make up walls went instead to patch up holes
in the houses where it’s cold
in the hands of those who fold…

Rise with mornings in the sun, naked feet to wash out dew
eyes wide open to the deeper blue
and I’ll love you to my bones where the dreams may come to…

Builder of Hopes

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I woke up as one of the many
dusting daily at the lowest floor,
I can read only one book forever
and words are written in gray in this Bible of mine,
the Preacher asked me to rise
stairways are open for steps to take
decisions are heavy anchors in the back,
fear is pouring onto me from a great cup
each moment is closer to regret
hopes are fading like shadows of an axe
and I try to start a fire
to let it burn the world from within…

High hopes are built in stone
none the other shall ever give the tone,
silver and gold, every piece is getting old
and swallowed by the Sea I’m drunk
and in the darkness I first start to see,
I walk towards the sky and do believe
pages rise from ashes like a Phoenix
telling stories I’d never dared to seed
and in the mirror I can see His deeds;
rise and shine my child
let the wind caress the temples I have built
hopes and dreams shall turn the world…