quinta-feira, 28 de março de 2013


I've been a tripper
for days and nights;
for sabbath years,
trapped under ice.

Since the 20th century,
for a long time, I've been
the known old boy
knocking on back doors
all arround.

I've been a sultan, I've
been a beast - at least a pet
- burried in the same cemetery
that I nearly lost myself.

I must sail on, break the law;
my middle dream of life: it's time
to burn, to kill the king
of my hardest memories.

Me: let me see you, let me
to be your miracle man,
to show you that nothing's free,
nothing's real; to turn on
the lovedrive that makes me alive.

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