Can I bury a passion? Of course…
His doll has a broken leg
And in days of sorrow
Our atmosphere is bigger
The clouds are screaming in love with the earth
My dark desires are so cold
I know…Isn’t the end
For the reveries within my soul
I’ll give you more regrets
I’ll not set you free
On the fields of eternal solitude
The bugs are inside my mouth
And in my eyes
A crystal teardrop is falling
I called so much for you
To leave the day
And hold me in your arms
I gave you more I should
Now…Who will stop the shivers at night?
I plant flowers in my grave
To forget that the time doesn’t pass
I’m going to cut you down
I’m going to abandon you in your tower
Am I in love? God, no! I must die before…
Tiago Quingosta
Painting from the great Kevin Llewellyn
