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-Several things.

 

I dont know if earth is earth

if the centre of  things are visible,

if the little sunshine at the morning is alive

if my weekness continue, and im not here.

 

if the slow pass of the glass

and subliminal notes,

continue ,thought,

throught this empty laberinty

and the things that one day make me smile gone away.

im stuck in a several way, without my last position.

 

im the one who watch the pass of the things slowly

the meaning don`t exist, in this moment

the dirty creatures at night

leave home,

and im not here.

 

the strange pass of this age

the kiss of the blossom, slowly

and it turn different

im trying to rise again.

 

but the raven visit me one night

i sleep next to him,

" spiritual life with desesperation,

with the time that always come

and i cant say nothing more,

nothing more

only my echo.

singing in other way

freak-tired

this is another way,

another way, to now that words are far from all the fears.-

 

Phantom Poet-