The Purest Dreamer by DESIRE

The mermaid... I wish... I fall...
But I need... to touch again that angel...
That woman... I blame... I call...
But I need... to feel again that passion..

Soon as I fall... asleep in this sky...
I wake up... flying in delight...
The cloud of dreams... joins me...
In this eternal flight... in sadness I'll
always be...

I dive into the infinite silent sea,
And swim through the purest cold waters,
The mermaid from the darkest untold stories,
Sings to me lost secrets from the sands of
paradise...
If her words are true as her eyes,
And her pain is the Tear that she cries,
I'll touch the Flame of her sweetness...
I'll drink the Tear, as it touches her
lips...

Welcome to me, kiss of Infinity...! Such pain, such pleasure...
Beyond this endless sea. Now without rest... I can feel...
Between stars and moons, at the gates of the naked dreams,
My mind is like a garden... awaiting the crestfallen love...

These are my dreams... my purest dreams...

I'm The Purest Dreamer...

Where the waters of temptation, bring mortality to the blind...
Dreaming without masks, in silence, I burn my scars...
Horizons of knowledge in the Mist of this twilight night...
Neverending will be this mighty fight...

Just Silence inside

i need my moment... silence is here and inside. My eyes are grey, no matter what i feel i close the moment inside, and go further and further.
My wind is my recognition.

Algo Vulgar

deixar-se apaixonar pelo Amor.

try walk on my shoes

Nada parece a melancólica música de bowie litle china girl, desde um encontro com uns flanboyants red shoes, ao despejar de memórias numa vinda de metro e num ímpeto revivalista de voltar atrás.
A mente voa por instantes, nada melhor que ouvir o Cave sussurar sobre o vento e o amor desnaturado, que morre numa rosa vermelha. Outra vez.
E os sapatos elegantes que trazem a cor da vida, do que se permite vestir e investir.
Não oiço mais, mas a música entra no Chiado e perde-me o que achei algures.
O ímpeto faZ DAS suas, hoje vou voltar a escrever e assim foi.

A mensagem é uma ideia controversa, do que a cabeça transmite ao corpo e o que o corpo consegue fazer dessa ideia.