Mensagens
pitiful missionaries
drifting
bemused ,
in the narrow notions of life
seeking
their own truth in lurch
death talks
death takes his toil
on the blink of a eye here
into death's kingdom they walk
are these fools unable to see
your days are scarce,
they murmured to me
so i flung in order to tease disorder
destiny,
no further than a restless land
it calls you in death
it calls you in dreams
to where ether breeds in
and strives
within
all your silent ways
to where her words
still
drive us
languidly,
far away
from the tombs where cold mornings strands,
leviathan winds elevates it's chant
the violin creations, appealing to the choirs
the drums sets the rhythm,
through our mindless isolation
and all life urges, bringing us the rain
for the feast of a nation
neighbors
kept the cards away, games are now hidden under their tables
bravery squads of heroes, they bestow in cradles
sharing their fruits
to all the oppressed children
