A star that’s gone
With the night that’s gone,
Leaves me, night and star,
In my hands the truth, that is,
To know that there’s no place
Where they can hide…
‘Cause I’ve known, in the night
That’s gone, with the star that’s gone,
That the eyes, the ears of one
(that’s my she)
That from her hands, can’t hide
What it has been said that’s gone
Along with what
has been seen that’s gone,
With that it could have been touched
With the eyes (from behind),
And in the night that comes along
With the star that comes; tonight,
Neither could hide,
Nor the star that’s gone, nor the night,
Nor our sights, nor our words,
Nor their way of touching;
It’s not a matter of seeing, listening,
Or feeling.
It has come forever
What it came along with her.

Although you know it all,

And you may see through my holes,

And though you heard my own words,

Those saying my worst flaws,

my weakness and my faults,

Oh, my friend, my love, you don't,

for sure you do not know,

nor a bit I whithhold.

Only a reason explains the whole:

I don't actually know.

My dark side? Indeed, I ignore.

Simply, you won't know

What I prefer not to show.

The best and the worst,

Can't see it, in fact, on my own,

So remeber, I am not,

More than the shadow of my heart.

I remember the smell

I remember it all

I remember was blue, and dark,

and hard

I remember what she said, her stupid tragic

talk...

I remember it well...

I do remember the stains on

my soul

I remember it was a cheaper service, oh...

But those days, are gone...

I will never forget...oh, that afternoon...I got out the place, quickly...the revulsion took me to a McDonald's restroom...ahhhhh

Water...

I got back, once again, twice. I hate myseflf.

I could write a library 'bout you

...what we have never been

Did you know I loved you?

Did you at least realized I liked you? Sure you did...

Sure, I'm pretty sure.

I would never know, even if I ask you

Now It's too late for us

Later, maybe.

Yeah, maybe. Future.

Suicide, succes, delay, death,

decadence, you...Oh, yeah, you

Fuck again.

Today,

I remembered you, laughing

like the air

Crying

You were there, behind

a memory of mine

My own property

I loved you, I knew it

But now,

Why is there now instead of us?

Can't keep on waiting....

You will have never read this note.

Fuck

In the dark province of your winding thigh,

I've been roving all night long,

Crawling through the sticky thorns of the cursed and lovely tongs

which had covered all your corpse

I've been smoking with some spirits

and cheating on a monk, He said

"Thou are free, but not alone"

Then he spoke to me, told me a secret

I should have never known

Shall I ever tell this secret I'd

have never heard at all?

I kept smoking with the spirits

from the evening to the break

of dawn,

that's exactly what I've done

Yes! It Was the monk the one

who was sitting on the heads

of beheaded dolls!

I REMEMBER! YES THEY SANG A LOVELY SONG! Oh, No...

It was not! They recited a love letter I had wrote ten days before! I DO REMEMBER, I FORGOT!

"No, no, no, you are not nice (anymore),

but you are here, and I...I won't remember

anything, so

turn on the light...

Where are your parents now? They're out!

They shouldn't be here, but...

should have been then...now

Now, what can I do? You're older,

it's done

Sing along with me and try not to leave,

"by chance" -you know-, you do know,

try not to leave a ring, an earring or

any other clue,

'cause I will look for your little person

and I'll rip your head off,

beast"

Try me.

An old man walks straight to a quiet lake, in a landscape of repeated patagonian beauty. He approaches wearily but accurately, as the Salisbury cathedral clock. When the man is two meters from the watery mirror, an eagle stuns three happy tourists, perhaps brazilian people. With a great difficulty, the man sets his sight into the lake and starts to hum a childhood's hymn.

-'Where are my memories? They are in here, in my hands, where oblivion lays. I can not remember more than their darkened trail which decorates this infertile land that once was strong enough to withold the roots of death and the happines flower. Abandoned from my memories, I reconcile with oblivion; now I'm closer to it, now I am oblivion.'