Three days left
that’s all the time you have…
to love, to hate, to breath and get out of bed,
punch a monster in the face
slap the hands of thorn disgrace,
you don’t need light to see your heart –
not looking is what makes it hard…
What would you do?
all these feelings burning deep in you,
the numbers never cheat
nor does longing for the truth,
we are only two
an equation limiting itself to you –
the one…
“Officer I am dying” said the soldier to the nun
in the sunset of his fire they would walk up to the dawn
but his legs are lost in linger
and they’ve built up wheels to run
trains will push them forward piercing tears in the calm…
Keep your wits while thunder’s howling to the storm
our heavy hearts get even only with the rains that fall,
there is time for a confession
just before the nails go through
the darkness rises and so does the brightest star in you…
The fighting never ended and torments his soul
and every step is a battle for a soldier that repents
his epaulets show glory
but the eyes have bled
the night is heavy but hours never cease to pass…
Your pension got you waiting in a motel by the highway
where each stranger checking in departed as a friend
but passion molds on torture
and fortune gains in cold
the gods might answer if willingly you make that call…
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…
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…
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…
Let’s head back to Lisbon
take a tramway 28 to the old city arch,
you and me writing present day
sailing onto Fado up to Cristo Rei…
The morning is fine with coffee and wine
sleeping till noon the Christmas tree blooms,
cloudy the sky my heart is so high
the sun doesn’t shine but you do…
I’m falling once more like never before
the sea that was cold turned into gold
and dreams we share are arms to hold
a house of stone for love to grow…
Alice dreams
with rays and colored pins,
she’s painting hills and rushing rives
and birds sliding in the still
Alice breaths and lives…
Chords she plays
turn the silence into days,
Alice wakes to joyful ways
portraits of our children that behave…
Alice writes
and Stephan plants the seeds
in the diamond they have built,
autumn leafs
there’s long before the summer leaves…
In a foreign land turning on the radio
wakes me up in ages I thoroughly erased,
a tune I used to paint on icons in the church
playing chords in manners they actually deserve
but crystal readings were never my pretense,
some news were always getting old
people open up the eyes they’ve never seen
and the highway to the altar is desert
the band keeps going, reciting as foretold
poetry and shopping lists for lovers that forgot…
Listening this morning my hands are getting bent
skin is softer and my voice sounds clearer
the present opens doors the past has never had
I’m inclined to build up stairs reaching to the stars,
will you be my lover and I will be your grizzly bear
frightening the tourists when I don’t hibernate
I will take you see the sunrise at that mountain lake,
drinking coffee in the cold you’ll pour a glass of wine
kiss the lips that swear and we shall turn out fine
love me in the storm and I will love you to the end…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 