The touch of the night


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Petals of night are slowly open

With Moon settling on the throne

One by one the stars are shining

Starting a magical décor.

Romantic night falls into dreams

With scents of natural themes  

Yearning after heavenly love

From the celestial seas above.

Burning desire try to escape

On the wings of a guardian angel

Dancing with love the night will end

Defeated by a madness pleasure.

 

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Maybe


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Maybe tomorrow will be better

And my dreams would not be shattered,

Perhaps I’ll stop saying maybe

 Thinking through a bottle of whiskey ,

Even when I’m playing blind

And do not like what I find.

I must have the power to believe

 Life is to be lived

And tomorrow would not be like today

Nor today as it was yesterday,

Everything depends on me

To stop thinking “maybe”

 

Feelings


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I have so many words to say

That I could string them on a cord,

To mold a dance, from a ballet

With feelings acting in accord.

  

I have so much love to share

That I could spread it in the air,

Compelling crazy tyrants to wear,

Compassion garb of eternal care.

 

I have so much tear to shed

That I could flood an entire desert,

To wash the martyr’s crown of thorns

Caught between the greedy souls.

I have so many kisses to give

That I could stick them on the letters,

To offer those that wish to live,

Desire thoughts that last forever.

 

Afraid


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Afraid

I’m not afraid of shady  fogs,

Solely about me and my evil thoughts.

I’m not afraid one day I’ll lose my desire

Only that my dreams will wither like a flower.

I’m not afraid of death as much as of life,

With the burden of sin, carried around.

I’m not afraid of what is to be feared,

Just that my luck would become real.

I’m not afraid that hate will conquer my core,

Only that my love will destroy the world.

 

Once upon a Star


 

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Once upon a time

A star shown in the sky,

But nobody knew

And nobody imagined,

This beautiful sapphire

Had a nocturnal desire.

 

From then on, every night

She glow down on earth,

But not a single soul

Had not thought,

Her divine shine

Protected the world.

 

At last, in some way,

The star has died.

And no one knew,

In angel she descended,

To spread its glow

Upon the world,

That she adore.

 

Hideaway


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I anchor my spirit among the stars

To breathe their eternal power,

And abandon my restless mind,

In an attempt to hide from the sorrow.

 

My desire is painted in vivid colors

And able to filter my restless thoughts,

To release the flavor of silence rumors,

About my eternal secrete space.

 

A space where my rowdy whisper,

Is beating every unspoken word,

Therefore, my balanced soul can anchor,

Deep, inside of a silent world.