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terça-feira, 15 de novembro de 2016

The last glass



This moon shines on my glass
A slight shade of redness
Its mirrors its brightness and madness
It dives on times past

if the moon would fall
into this dark wine of mine
my sins would be clean or shine
and I would go back to the ball

I want to turn and turn and dance
Turn and turn under the moon’s shade
Dance to the words God’s romance
While I still have a chance
Before my head falls under the blade

I will not seat I will not stand
I will not stop I will not lie
Our legs intertwine
I will drink it all and refill it again
For all my life is worth
The pain so joyfully gained
I will dance with a glass in my hand
And slide on the spilt wine and mirth

I’m the only lonely guest
There are no tables and no chairs
The moon rolls down to rest
Leaving corpses without a care

It’s time to go and lie down
To give a rest to life and death
It’s time to empty the glass
Before a new life begins its dawn
And the Lord pours out a new breath

To my grave I’ll take the glass
Full to the brim with wine
Finally it’s time to relax
And listen to the sins of mine

I’ll wait for the dirt to cover me
I’ll offer my body to worms
My water will reach the sea

As God my sentence confirms

My guitar



My guitar has no cords
They have long been worn out
I play it with my soul
I play it floating on a sea of tears
Long ago poured down by a crying God
If this sea would dry, no happiness would be left
No reality to drink
No secrets to hide
No wine to bathe in
The notes come and go
And the melody scatters devils away
And angels surf on them
Their sun glasses shine with shades of waves
That break into a foam of sins
I want to play my guitar
And dive into oblivion
And savour God’s tears

And feel His loneliness

At the end



Now, at the end of a life
I look back and I smile
I see many friends
Who loved me for who I was
I see many lovers
Who loved something else
I enjoyed my life
I suffered what I should
See my cross, waiting
standing on hill worned out
I see the nails ready
And their power is overwhelming
Before the last step
A step to somewhere,
I seat down
Facing it all
This time alone
No friends
No lovers
No one
Pick up my glass
And sip
Sip the wine to come
Am I ready?
I drink some more
Am I ready?
The glass is almost empty
Red wine
Red
How can I cleanse myself on blood spilled?
I make sure there is not one drop left
Nothing must be left behind
I get up

And walk