D O R M I T O R I O S / B E D R O O M S
C O M P O S I C I Ó N A C UA R I O
We are a dissatisfied groan, A sound in the silen-
ce of space, A disordered light, An old prophetic
thought, We are an unending laugh, Contemping a
flood of sadness, The color of beach that is going far,
And is getting lost between the traces, We are the
cloud it’s beyond beliefs, That goes with the wind of
doubts, That goes with the fury of time
We are like a dustry-flesh-sand, And we go slowly
returning, To the hide root of foam, That dissapear
between the light of dreams.
We don´t need to talk, Our hands express the silen-
ce around the river, Our eyes rest on the water
Flower´s fingers are flavouring the trees, The path
of the border sings the distance, And there is a bird
learning to sing, As a baby dreams, full of doubts,
Is the silent embroidery by the evergreen?, What
makes me tink about equivocal?, The chaos is ma-
gic, The blade of leaf reflects existence, And you are
here, Touching my soul, What else do you want to
know?, The clay is in the bottom of the river
Just reach out…
Life is a game of love, And hate, and more, Life is a
place, With ghosts and fairys, Life is a deal, That we
have, With the Devil and God, Life is a play, That we
never forget, And more and more, And more… Life
is the less, When you don´t live.
deeply impressive
detalle de la bandeja de la mesita
D O R M I T O R I O S / B E D R O O M S
C O M P O S I C I Ó N G A L A X Y M
Nº DE REGISTRO: 529852 / 530676 1
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