quinta-feira, 28 de maio de 2009

quinta-feira, 21 de maio de 2009

cold

are you a dry kind of one? do tell me.
show me your tongue and I'll make you healthy.

peppercorn

i'm very cold, and I'm wet. my tummy!
but peppercorn, true to form, can't help me.

wading salty waters of this river.
inoticed that a heart was getting bigger.
it grew twice its size.

sexta-feira, 8 de maio de 2009

what direction should we choose?
we're lost and still confused
i walk into the sun
with you the only one

the walk is taking days
the hours become days
the weeks turn into motnhs
we walk into the sun

so glad to have a guide
less lonely for a ride
and should this car ascend
at least im with a friend

in space all things are slow
the sound of speakrers blown
the silence fits the scene
the prince is now the king

we walk into the sun
we walk we cannot run
because walkings half the fun
we walk into the sun

and neon blurs my sight
i'm guided by strange lights
i'm rattled and im stunned
as i walk into the sun