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Decades
04:33
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Into an open spirit in the atmosphere
they look into their secrets.
And inside them, their intellect, the destroyer
a free gift turned into a limitation.
Then the mountain, the keeper of their deepest dreams
Keep them open out their mirrors.
At his opprobrium, the fear (their fears)
Into a never-ending vice.
Right before their era of deceiving,
The myths of the black rain.
In a forgotten ulterior time
The spirit will prevail again.
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A Pregnant Cult
05:11
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Virgin of our blood, a society of fear,
The collapse of the glacial night inside their open wounds.
The clash of the mountains trying to keep them away
Into a dreamland of grey kindness.
Their succulent eyes of purple memories
Like a ritual of puberty as the time inside our mind.
Clouded by the feverish horses in a carrousel
dying every night inside her womb.
Fire from their grail,
Republic of the night,
Eyes of the innocents,
The brown rain through your hair,
The lisp of a king,
The fractures in the trees
As the limbs in the river,
The teeths of an ancient skull.
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I’m the man whose life and soul are torture,
The colors and the blackness are my kingdom.
I’m the man whose life whose life is torment,
The colors and the blackness are my kingdom.
the foreign prison, the ulcerous pain,
It’s you, it’s you.
A poisoned night sky, the ashes in the trees,
It’s you, it’s yours.
The world is a window, a pallet of beige,
The dominance is the foundation.
Our sons are burdens, the light is horror,
Silent birds across the purple sky.
Charcoal through the veins a deadly wisdom,
An age, low, late.
Through the valley more fallen kingdoms,
The death, the love, the youth.
The legless insect glowing
A dream helicoidal.
The white dressed fisherman cries
Feeding the origin of this crime.
Fall for the same old mistake
Knowing that you will end up in here.
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4. |
Collapsing
04:49
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As an hurricane of wings, the frailty of flesh,
The ashes on that day like the last clamor of bronze.
The last howl of the war contemplating through the windows
As a black skyscraper, desecrating the beauty of the desert.
And then, without a sun the crying disappears
The echoes of a forgotten constellation beyond Ursa.
We never saw the stars collapse into our metal kingdoms of death
That we praised over all.
Oh days, we see them pass like the quiet rivers
Like a tragedy, we never knew that we were those silent rivers.
And now hear them, hear them speak,
In silence, for a second.
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5. |
Cosmic Summon
05:44
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Once again a small glowing sphere
Carrying every little thing in the cosmos.
The whole structure of charity
An absent highway, the horizon, the minotaur.
Those unending eyes now watching themselves
Scattered pieces of mirrors (mirrors).
The whole structure the fragile balance
Reflecting memories of deserts, and snow, and tobacco.
They drown on muddy oceans of light
a colorless anomaly,
As the try to survive another war
The pale flowers scent of the Ecuador.
The thin line between our worlds
Is a memory of an echo.
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Bronze Child
04:30
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Under the shelter of the death
They rise like gladiators after the battle.
The last rain of October
Pavlovian disappearance on the dirt road.
The orchestra in my ears losing their control
Like an altar boy shivering before the golden wolf.
A masterpiece draining through the wall
And the hot wind masquerading the grotesque opulence.
Then row the day away
The sky is open now,
Sink and find a way
to let sailors forget.
I saw the old hermit who left the hanging man,
An angel/demon and everything that they believed.
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Birth of Trepidation
04:43
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An holistic way under the valley,
Mineralized beach of enamel.
A forgotten text about the shadow age,
the void hanging from the flowers.
Drinking from their dripping veins, a silhouette afraid,
Like the open hands under the rain, into reality.
Obsolescence of oldest dreams, and artist of the blade
The violence of faith, a drama for eternity.
Slowly over a path, a long shade
And how they have been begotten.
Like a static dance the noise, a choice
And all the rest is just our decadence.
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