sexta-feira, abril 28, 2006

Tumult of mind

There are times of anxiety and fear
I feel like something is to occured
Some vision of solitude
Some vision of idiot soul
Before the understanding
the shadow...
A blending heart echoes
whose voices are?
Where can I find the image
when can I hear
Where can I find...?
Your worths live in my barren soul
And I feel helpless
Wich tumult was I thrown on...
An ending story
pocesses my deepest emotions!
No steps ahead
No steps aside
A permanent double counsciousness
that never mingles
sugar in the river
salt in the sea...
I see you
You see me.

Magic angel