iDemBarra - Made of Ink and Clay - Tradução

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Closed windows, opened books
Blank pages and writings on the wall
Keep me from screaming, from heading to the greater fall
House of the demented
My heart has it's own epitaph
" Here they lived and they were happy"
A desk spotted by sun rays
Dark water in a crystal vase
Dry flowers and a wanderer lonely bee
Old calligraphy in fresh ink
New pages colored by time
Over a pile of meaningful dictionaries
Laces of ripped blue silk
Waltzing with a sad wind
Together they build their sanctuaries
In a frame, a photograph
Full of love endearing
A beautiful pair of distracted eyes
Empty ghosts of laughter
Lips captured in a moment
Before they kissed giant butterflies
Open the windows, close all books
Unfinished as they are, as a postponed play
No more writings over my body of forever drying clay.

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