Mensagens
innocent liars
bemusing, in the narrow notions of life
pitiful missionaries
seeking their truth in lurch
the devil's bargain, at the crossroads
suppressed fatal fire,
a flame that takes you higher
on thy search
over mountains, seas
and bare naked valleys
through forests, and birds among trees
the artifice
of the wrong dreamer
drinking every time, desires with a secret tone
like a dancing man
with no remorse
a subtle surrender
to a single call
they dance, they fall
in tender ruins
of burned ages
that nature transcends
great satyr,
dreamed aloud the sound
- with pan's flute, a memory of the native lute
they will keep follow him around
through mystic woods
away from sight
a owl quietly still sings
it reminds me
long gone affairs
with river daughters, descending the stairs
taking all our secrets away from here
further from this town
further from this notion of steer
mesmerizing cinders
through vivid wounds of creation
it calls you in death
it calls you in dreams
to where ether
in silence strives
and her words
languidly drive us
the violin creations, appealing to the choirs
the drums sets the rhythms, through isolation
and life urges, bringing the rain for the feast of the nation
while the wildness scores
breaking stained glasses
of sacred houses, neighbors
keep their cards away, games are now hidden under the tables
bravery squads of heroes, they bestow in cradles
sharing their fruits
to all oppressed children
