Against her tomb

Now I look to my last sundown,
Moon and Hesperus on the blue they loom,
Once again my thoughts are dominated by my core
And I don't want to love her anymore!

It's my life's obsession which denies to be exorcised,
Compulsion of my senses which brought to me this madness
of my mind and of my perception, indeed,
This passion which is really a soul illness,
But I hope that in my grave she will follow me no more
'cause refuge I wish to find in eternal forgetfulness
And not in the least, to be only an extension
For the life which seems to me so barren without love,
Perfect psychoanalysis with null remission,
Medicine, but with an overdosed poison,
Death is an undeniable remedy
For the one which has been just disgusted by his life.

But to believe that she will shares my feelings
It was so childish for my part, a foolish fantasy,
Because pure love is only a myth, now I see,
And to earn her love
I should to erase all my life until now,
To wash-up all my past and one cerebral hemisphere,
To heal my wounds, to bend my spinal cord
And in the end to use, probably, the same easily pill.

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Graveyard

When I came to the cemetery
The moon was on the sky,
The heavens were blood red fiery,
And the mourning of wind let me know
That all I wished were there, below.
All the nature was still silent, in its quiet sleep,
But I could hear the morning weep
Of the ravens which just wanted to dig
In the heart of soil, with their claws so big,
Or maybe it was just my impression,
Born by a mind which is so wild,
That even a bird could be a devil's child,
Merging into a sepulchral obsession,
Which followed me since the beginning of night,
When I started to think at the lovers fate,
And I tormented my mind until it became late,
And, then, I found out that I was right,
That nightmares sometimes could become facts,
When the rooted ones come out from their stones...
But this image just can not stand in my eyes,
'cause ravens aren't gravediggers, are birds.


Thus, sitting there, on that tomb,
I heard that the whispers become clear,
And voices were addressed to me, what a thrill!
Stoned by rapture, death was my will.

The stream of love

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Swimming in a sea of liquid feelings,
I could reach you until the time ends,
I know that hoping isn't so silly
If every day your picture fills my mind,
And wishing to meet you someday
Becomes a desire for the other land.

The life is too short for thinking in patterns from the start,
But only being himself somebody may satisfy his heart,
At least your feelings know in each time how to act,
Not making the differences so big for taking apart
The fates which from the beginning were made to interact,
This is the main logic which leads humankind,
Nothing scientific, just emotions kept in your mind.

A starlit sky it is shared over the seas,
Where the same landscape delights the eyes of your soul mate,
Just bringing this frame from your dreams
And you will reach him through the power of fate

Delivered to time and space thanks to a will from above
You must break your mortal nature using your soul,
Cos just trusting a human may become one with the Love,
Fulfilling his life with the noble feeling as goal.