Desencalhe breve do meu sono
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Rejunte estragado de multiturbulências
Recolho
Morno

You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said

You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
When it's over your start

You're my head
You're my heart

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day

You can choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay

No light, no light
No light

Tell me what you want me to say
Through the crowded islands
Crying out at me
In your place there were a thousand other faces

I will disappear in plain sight
Heaven help me
I need to make it right
You are the revelation
You are to get it right
And it's a conversation
I just can't have tonight

You want a revelation
Some kind of revolution
You are the revelation

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day

You can choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay

No light, no light
No light

Tell me what you want me to say
But would you leave me,
If I told you what I've done

And would you leave me
If I told you what I've become
'Cause it's so easy,
To sing it to a crowd
But it's so hard, my love
To say it to you, all alone

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent

A revelation in the light of day,
You can choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay

No light, no light
No light

Tell me what you want me to say
You are the revelation
You are to get it right
But, it's a conversation
I just can't have tonight
You are the revelation
Some kind of resolution.

You are the revelation.
You are the revelation
You are to get it right.

But, it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight.
You are the revelation
Some kind of revolution
Tell me what you want me to say

Sobram vîtimas até na experiências oníricas. Desvitimize já! Enquanto isso o mundo gira...
Não há sanidade no algoz nem na vítima.

O que mata é a comiseração que implode e atravessa o alheio.

Faz-se tarde, faz-se obscuro o dia artificial de um fluido inverno equatoriano, mas ainda assim mais a vida palpita, as firulas do caminhar, pedras, limo, crepúsculo e solidão. Entre injúrias, penduricalhos da mágoa, peças de armar e um fogo único de merecimento. Fortalecido.

Os rumos entorpecem. Anoitece e novamente há lucidez. Há sonho e dessemelhança. Encabuladas atitudes, falsas reincidências e o mesmo olho rubro. Na falta do rio, um poço. Na falta de água, lava. Erros e cometimentos. Calços e fibras de suas sandálias que arrastam o sinal. Sem ver que é necessário impelir-se. Regenerar-se. Falta fôlego. Falta semelhança e tato. Sensibilidade.

Um ano sem flagelar os caburés.