That pain is mine, not else's
Eighteen years of waiting This damned sixth sense Could not prevent The discomfort you meant All those who came before
It was the bloods and the creeps As I needed it all on the arm The world struggling to harm That ethereal nature deep inside By monetizing every inch of it.
The void cannot be full of blood Arms and hands, legs and heads. The head is full of electric storm… We wish our foes to be beheaded. Colours fill the extensive world o…
Beyond some pain and distress Lies a world of unending sorrow So profound, So inlaid, it comes with music. One never gets accustomed
I recall some lullaby’s cadence I could one day remember some. For I, being heartless, was once… I heard my mother sing in/out of t… With moderate contempt, strangely…
Seven o’clock and a bath delayed As indecision wins over the day Or maybe a stale is still on the w… The movie in background now makes… As another pretense to the purpose…
Creative spirit, poetic spirit, cr… How come? Why do we put soul and spirit ever… Afraid of the dark, Say, you assumed atheists
The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…
To all those pretty houses Those mighty loudspeakers, Electrostatic, hybrids, B&W, JB… I miss you guys, oh mys... Although you, Sonus Faber, are th…
Eu tinha decidido não morar com ela, embora adorasse a menina Tal nostalgia, a alcoolémia, ainda se o peito aperta 17 anos passados Dançamos até a temperana tarde se tornar alvorada húm...
Reading about the Bloomsbury grou… Considering the great admiration… Sensing some kind of liaison to K… Their meetings, other participants… The Four Quartets repeatedly hear…
Since when do you know who am I?, Roared the old man with worked, br… And you never will, you little mot… As a tree has its rings, the moment of your discrete appear…
Champagne supernova Out of the subject And yet, oddly, pertinent When revisiting a daughter, Such an intimate sentiment,
Beyond some pain and distress Lies a world of unending sorrow So profound, so inlaid, it comes with music. One never gets acoustomed
Um tiro no escuro A shot in the dark Next time I’ll shoot you in the m… Said the man, empty handed, But not out of resources,