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terça-feira, 15 de novembro de 2016

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

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