la bohème de l'adieu

 

 vows are now completed 

again, 

through distant valleys 

stories are closing in

windows shut

ancient trees 

still blossom, 

paciently in the alleys

blue moon 

brooding over 

painting to us 

that woven spell, 

whrithing to us 

as we sang along

the first encounters 

the delight 

of all satan's sons night

disgracefull repentance 

that never yelds

a sinner's bleed, 

from someone who's never guilty 

hustling back 

to race the climb

their shadows can listen

if you stand in here too long, 

waiting

rumours

of another lost waltz

pounding still

at doors 

through the night

your flame 

dusk

that revealed us 

higher plains

a gray of shattered idols 

falling on us 

over sleep

the sickness that comes from within, 

instilling the beat

wherever she stands, 

mastering shadows 

in this peasant streets

our keeper, 

into times before time 

in a leap, through a life 

the mystery of the sun marvels

but honesty still pays its dues

dignity frames

behind the walls

in their room, dreamcatchers 

and wrecked infant dolls 

she walks with me

our thoughs are broken, 

all foreseen delusions 

now awoken

her touch so gentle, 

so easy to be fond

our dain remedy, 

in invisible bonds

c'est la bohème de l'adieu

my home girl

trying 

her secret ideas 

for an ideal world

always reminding me

word by word

patiently 

and undone, 

all the things 

we should had said 

or done

it's her nature call 

always in a urge to kill 

or breed

after the flood, 

be my main stain 

be my new place to hide

within 

our liberation

a new constellation

will shape us the clouds 

will shape us the rooftops

getting us ready 

for some more stories 

for more stories the gutter

- where all stray cats 

know their way home