Sunday, August 12, 2007

Beetroot Constipating

Dream of vampire´s dance

Only in dreams, I see your breath.
Only in my dreams, I can find.
If I lived in a perpetual sleep, may you by my side.
Forever.

As much as I look at this grid Actually, I do not think I've found.
And when I think I found you, you're my mistake is made.

Every night when the moon bathes in its light my room, I can see you.
touch you and hug you.
Feel my hand, as if it were a great truth.
A truth made for me.

hardest thing is to tell the difference. Nothing is really real. 1000
knives are stuck in my chest.
When my tears fall down my face relentlessly.
The sun dazzles my eyes.
And I feel that now is the morning.

Then again I feel cold. There is not anything I had. And those moments
not lived, is killed in my mind. As
my big secret, hidden.
you went away, leaving me alone again in the harsh light of day.

is like a vampire movie. A dance of vampires made to our measure.
A dance as eternal as our night ... but to get the light it fades. Leaving our souls
lethargic .. until the next dance .... you know you have the key to my subconscious.