Lon, lon, lon
Disdain emerges and clings up to my eyes.
Lon, lon,lon
I stop and mumble, rainbow and sunrise.

Lon, lon, lon
How words can break, they crumble
lon, lon, lon
I abstain of sorrow, I **** to stay humble.

Lon, lon...longer
I sing a song and I tumble, slighty used, nights I borrow.

Lon, lon, lon
And on I ramble,
September is almost gone.

Naked eye,
silent sorrounded heart.

what's that sound?
elderly and ancient crown
from a spirit beyond recognition.

a vast dark room
comfortable crouching,
no hope,
no light,
yet he takes a glance into my soul.

Naked eye,
he sees through me
directly to my soul
his silence seems to claim;

"poor pretentious soldier",
"come home",
"come home"...

...uneven, not balanced.
I live.
...uneven, not certain.
I exist.

Serene, I've calmed seas of desperation.
I've mantained a clear, static vision.
I've promulged a large derrain of the senses to obtain the unknown.

...uneven, nor happy, nor sad.
In my deepest inner mind.
...uneven, I sustain.
and in the mind of others,
I exist...

...uneven, I know, I can.
I am.

Anxious-laughter afternoon
moonlight shadow is still very vague,
a long-silent mourn, quiet sorroundings.

Pale-Blue sky,
overlaping highly with a vast mantle of clouds.

Pale-blue sky,
inflaming my temperament with your mournful sounds.

Crystal,
moment of sweet delight.
Languidly, as I smile,
I see her take off.