Sometimes dont you feel alone
trapped in a program while living as a drone
systems trying to mark us in stone
just give us all the golden throne.
I hope I'm not all alone.

And now -
let's figure out whats fake or true
let's come together and prove we aren't fools
let's try to heal the affected bones
just show me I'm not all alone
please show me.

The goal is to drink the heavenly water
hell is hot but earth is even hotter
just show me the light -
but now hapiness, is far from sight
are we going backwards, or are we grown
i'm still hoping we're not all alone.

so let's just -
figure out whats fake or true
lets come together and prove we aren't fools
lets try to heal the affected bones
just show me I'm not all alone
come on show me!

I've now stepped into the wrong zone
our knowledge and powers need to be honed
we all hear the countless bad news
love and care will definitely heal our wounds
to throw away the artificial heart and the phone -
or to hold hands through the pain or the unknown.

*So now -
let's just figure out whats fake or true
let's come together and prove we aren't fools
let's try to heal the affected bones
just show me I'm not all alone
just show me!

I Believe
While poor in spirit
Argues fiercely
About the novel,
The ballad,
Or elections

While mismatched souls
Discusses
About the fight of the night,
The soccer match, or
The race on Sunday


While ******* with
"Class"
drank cross-legged
And open necklines

While intellectuals
Holding coffee with the pinky,
Influenced voters,
Or explained ideas

As the world be sad
Diving standards,
My friends lost their pose.
After all,
They just wanted
Have fun.

And
They danced,
They shouted,
Discussed,
And they laughed.
They laughed that bunch of problems,
Because they knew that
Smiles, was the best medicine
In the absence of solutions.

To fix this,
Felt disgust of those vile beings,
The go through life
Unassuming.
Or maybe,
feel only
Annihilating a pity.
It was weird, but
At the same time,
It made sense.

The world still can be saved
For a few.
You can not believe,
Nietzsche can not believe,
God can not believe,
But I believe.

I'm a broken heart
That is reconstructed every morning
So the night,
Can break it once again.

I am a broken heart,
Who prefers to be seen
As a fragile object,
Than be hardened as the cities.

I am a broken heart
With all necessary support
To be rebuilt
With its new scars.

I am a throbbing and alive heart party,
That can still break several times,
And prove that
After all,

Love exists.

That story
Could have changed my life
But, I know that ever
I will have memories of her again.

Because the writers are like that
And the ideas are like that.
If you do not have a keyboard,
Or a piece of paper
At the right time
At the right place,
They fly,
Fly like napkins in a
Thunderstorm.

And if successful,
Some fragment of what is left,
Will surely be cut in pieces,
Incomplete,
Whitout beginning,
Without end.
Because that moments, yes,
They are unique.

So, like that
Go the ideas;
The moments;
The time;
The possibilities;
And the napkins.

She said me it was Latin,
But carrying the whole world on your shoulders
She was carrying a colorful backpack;
And her blon curls,
Which shone in consistency with the sun.

She told me she loves come and go,
Ana that was why
She run all the world:
To be an embodiment of love.

Could speak spanish,
Rolled in English,
And had ease in Portuguese.

"I know the languages, -
She said.
It was a little thin,
But her curves,
They you can’t ignore.

Her freckles made a unique style;
His mouth exuded a charm
When it comes to expressing themselves,
And she kisses anyone
As if in love.

I wanted to bring she home
With me.
To have a home, and
All those things
But she was like love
Had to come and go there.
That’s why,
I Could only bring she
Into my chest.
And since the,
She lives
In two
Distinguished
Places.