Aufgang

Walking down the street with high...
high hopes and expectations
where have you been all this time
i havee been loosing my song
i use to sing when i was happy
even you
when you arrived
discovered my fear of isolation
Have you been around watching my mistakes
unfold and sufocating me for becoming
so mutch bigger every time my mind speaks
something opposite to our beliefs
Whitch beliefs we sang
which persons blood is feeding the wonded
That day, there was no blood, same sorrow
Maybe some tears, but we used the playground
yes,
the one for kids
the old souls rejoice to us
Why do they arrest us, what was wrong in our quest

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Manuel Matos Monteiro

Lançamento do Livro na Fábrica Braço de Prata
Lisboa