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I? Sure...

I'm Seeing Shadows That Don't Exist.

I'm Bitting My Nails For No Reason.

I'm Nervous And My Life -I Think- Is Perfect.

I Stroll Along My Room Trying To Find A Reason.

I Smoke And I Don't Feel The Smoke.

I Listen To Music And I Can't Tell What They Are Saying.

I Trap My Self In A Exluded Place; As Not To Mess Up Or Bother.

I'm Dying Inside But The Outside haven't Realised Yet.

It's Just A Matter Of Time Until I Become A Flesh-And-Boned Ghost.

Down in Albion

A plane. Eh? What?

Planes, airplanes, quite weird
birds.
They fly through the sky and they land
anywhere they want.
A bird with metallic noises,
quite disturbing.
They are big and useless, like most
of huge objects...
I heard it! I heard it!
It was him, the metallic bird,
means that he's picking
me up, It's time to go, no time to buy stuff.
It's just that, not going back.
It's time to visit him,
five years have passed since...
No return ticket!

Blow Of The Edgo

Dingy Mangy

The day's grey, no sun in the play.
Sleepy faces on the streets,
and the birds singing in their trees.
Your feets are cold,
the blanket's gone, and you are thinking
of black dots.
You wake up and the lack of clouds cheers
you up.
The noisy train is on his way...
Once again.

Writing An Idea, A Whulo-Olt..

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A Kid's Desire

In Not to be

Accepted By Others,

But To Accept

Himself For What

He Truly Is:

A Kid.

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I'm Not Saying I Don't

Like This Freedom,

But That It Could

Be Differtent.

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Loosing The Magic Of The Moment

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Tecnology Is An Uncontrolable

Thing Which We Have To

Star Respecting.

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Smoke Is A Difficult Thing To Be

Re-Touched.

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Falling In The Temptations Of The Comun Man.

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Just Imagination Put Into Words...

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I Picture A Man Whose Life Is Empty,

But His Mind Is Filled With Knowledge,

He Walks The Paths Of Wisdom

As A Blind,

Speachlees Person,

One Who Doesn't Need

Eyes To Learn,

Mouth To Brag,

Or Money,

To Enjoy Life.

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A True Warrior

Is The One Who Fights With

Words And Flowers,

A Peace Warrior.

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We Would Like To Join Again,

What Do You Think "J"?

I Hope You Let Me,

Because I Really Enjoy

Your Company

As If You Really Existed.

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Trying To Find A

Solution To An

Problem Without

Question.

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By Pato & Jul

Syd sits alone and his left hand try to touch the stone,
and his right bone cracks while he thinks in a tone.
But he still alive, he thinks in her wife, his only land,
and the sound of the wind calms him down.
But there's always a reason of why to cry. Now he wasn't calm.
He see the sky, his only lad, and smells blood, every breath is gold.
He always thought, "with god there's no problem at all".
"Forgive O lord, my little jokes on thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on me".
Crying and crying, he go two steps up the ladder.
He prays to the lord and in a slurred voice :
"I'm going brother".

Updating Ideas

And I will show that nothing can happen
more beautiful than death

With my pen I will show you that the end
is nothing more than a friend.
When the time comes, I will be able to look
into her eyes and tell that I lived
like a boy, full of innocence
and joy.
I will wink an eye, and without saying goodbye,
I will walk by her side,
I will tell her all the dreams I had, like I did with my old lad,
and when she understands, I will be sure
that I have died.