The sweat runs softly down the wall
The sounds so helpless, Siren's call
The night still young for dreary eyes
The warmth of breath in adored despise

Believe it or not, I know
How this ends and where I'll go
Believe it or not, you know,
I've deep delight in things unknown

The breathing walls are soon stripped bare
In vulnerable newness and patient stare
And a change so slightly hangs in the air
And the walls drip seed still unaware

A heart beats faster, lights turn on
Reckless disaster when night is gone
And the sweat will dry, the breathing cease
After the moment's tension release

Believe it
Believe it or not, I sow
A traveling in this windy road
Believe it or not, you show
The strangest compassion in your soul

My heart still flutters at your kiss
& in each beat that it must miss
I think how the walls pulsate new
With the very thought and deed of you

I know a man who smokes to die
With cobalt smog on his breath
Breaks his back to live a lie
Sweats himself to faster death

His dreams replaced with picket fences
His life replaced with a wife
Her needs placed in his defenses
Her heart that causes all his strife

He traded it in for minivans
He placed his hope between her arms
In the end his body stands
In his mind his ego breaks

I know a man who smokes to die
Who died too young, he’s in his prime
He gave up the spirit without a fight
And saw the light without a sign

At the end of the road, an end foreseen
At the end of the day, a bed to rest
A white wedding with his best dressed friend
A man smokes away his domestic best

Just like his dad, his cigar is lit
Just like his dad, his party’s done
It arrived today, his bridle and bit
It happened this way: he’s daddy’s son

I know a man who smokes to die
He became something he detests
The pearly life suburbanite
His last cigars were laid to rest
The last of his adventure died
With his smokes now in his chest

A vida que nos conta histórias

A vida que nos embala,
A flor que não fala.
O vazio que tenho no peito,
O respeito que é respeito.

A vida que nos enrola,
A modéstia que assola.
A humanidade do ser humano,
Seja grande ou pequeno.

A vida que conta histórias,
A recordação tem memórias.
A dignidade de quem é corajoso,
Seja ateu ou religioso.

A vida que nos acalma,
A tristeza de alma,
A sensatez de alguém humorado,
Viver não é pecado.

Victor  Marques