domingo, 6 de dezembro de 2015



The girl
The little princess, safe in her tower of love
How many sets of ears does she glove?
Her shilly-shally smile towards life
But her own hero she carried off

Cape flying, she sees, with the drift,
The man she gazes, for all eternity, amazes.

The man
Impavid eyes chasing dreams beyound
The horizon is just a line
But what happens when the hero begans to fade
while the human within starts to cave?

The greatest mountain can be hollow inside
And fall into dust when the earth shakes
Even if the shake is a farewell look
A stare of goodbye
There is, for sometime
No ground, no sky
But even so, mountain born, mountain go by.

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