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quinta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2015

H.F.L.

More than we ever know
We may understand that between distant paths,
This was our last embrace…
Yielding to a set of scattered scars on cold coal

Whips of expressions
In the deep of what we have found.
Time rhythms became slow…
And that precious gold and silver… was never found…

Rusty beat of a breaking heart…
Voice unkind in the back of our mind
Encrypted notions that everything was over,
In a parade of illusions of healthy relations

Now it’s cold and shallow
And the ceilings falls apart of unprotected wounds...
So, let’s rest until tomorrow
Will bright lights rise on this sea of sorrow?

Hope For Love

André Castro

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