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Oct 2013
Extend your patience for a moment
Stop the desires and change the laments
Enhance your madness and move it into sadness

Pretend the light is black
The flesh is not red
And there’s nothing inside of your head

But no,
The flesh is still red and so the blood
Your hands are so far, so far away
Then they can’t make it or take it
Whatever it is

So, it is
So, it will be
So, shall we
Get into these insane dreams?

Extend your desires till they turn into laments
Stop the pattern and change the paths forever
Enhance your sadness more and more,
Turn it into madness

Pretend the darkness is light
The red is blue
And there’s nothing to see inside of you

The flush is turning, so fast, so fast
That you can’t merely see it
Your hands are so fast, so fast that you can really grab it
The flesh, the flush, the blue fish
Whatever it is

So there it is
So there it will be
So shallow it swims
Would we dare dive within?

Extend your hands for the flesh
Change directions and die mad
There’s a slim chance to pretend
You’re not really dead
Guilherme Coutinho
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Guilherme Coutinho  Brazil
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