No Other Choice. |
No Other choice, I 've got to maintain my flam.I live in a city full of fears, full of crows.The light of the sky never reaches the ground.I keep on living out of days.And the moolight is the sign,I l...
Posted by Agostinho on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 01:16:00 PST |
A simple mind. |
Have you found a lovely placeWhere the morning sun fulfils your breastWhere you can be yourself, Where you can sing and dance blessed by the grace? I still remember those summer daysYou were play...
Posted by Agostinho on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 03:56:00 PST |
Out of angels guard |
She made a silent prayerWith the words she used to sayWhen she was a childFacing the starsBut she lost herself on the way Cause life became hard, out of angels guardLife became hard, bad morning ...
Posted by Agostinho on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 03:51:00 PST |
The few of my friends. |
The few of my friends were reborn from their flames
And most of them are standing in the rain, so far from Hollywood
They were around when I was broke and down
They were around helping me to be a man
...
Posted by Agostinho on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 03:49:00 PST |
Leave for a dream |
I woke up this morning my head full of light
But my body was stuck in the ground
The phone is ringing, loud voice shooting
I can no longer fight for a compromise
Leave for a dream, Im leaving ...
Posted by Agostinho on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 03:46:00 PST |
Facing the brave (part 1) |
They came to bring the truth but were full of questions.
"Invade-Neil-Obey" were their own solutions.
In a crowded garden, a lady was smiling
At the feet of her chair a boy was settle down,
Staring a...
Posted by Agostinho on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 04:19:00 PST |
Burning orange on the last chess-board. |
Heartless men playing chess/ Abandoned child claming pride
Old wise statues lighten by/ Burning cars on avenue.
The full moon slides wild/ My eyes closed wide I guess
This world is vanishing without y...
Posted by Agostinho on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 07:00:00 PST |
Requiem for a poet |
The light was rising up, carrying out the sounds of another day. Your music stroke up my morning and I asked myself how long. I knew, my friend, it was time to meet you again. Thus I went t...
Posted by Agostinho on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 03:28:00 PST |
