i cried today
a few times already
listening to elis regina´s cries
listening to johnny depp reading kerouac
listening to johnny cash telling me that sooner or later they're gonna cut me down.
i heard about
this nice heavenly creature that was coming and taking me
to this garden
this place called unfinished garden
where i was supposed to finish their job.
i need a bridge to get there, a nice a perfect road
curvy, shaped as this man´s nice tattoed backs
to lead all mankind to this bright land.
the home of the brave
hanging behind the sun
living instead of surviving
having a ball instead of struggling
hey,
to struggle is a great thing
under water
"where thoughts can breath, easily..."
remember
"far away, you were made in the sea"...
lost i'll let it shine
or maybe i'll find a way to let the cry begin to shape this bridge
to open the gate
to let the passage
take its place
and let green hope comeback from the place it was buried
down with the blood
of frozen bodies
of burned souls
by the mud
in the desolation road...
