Christopher-Thomas the Saint

Christopher-Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient world This is my doom they say I have to work on it Does the ancient world still believe in me I bet you do I still believe there is no clue If I’m right or wrong Or alive in a tomb This desert is my... Lire la Suite →

Thomas the Saint

Thomas the Saint I still believe in the ancient worldThis is my doomDoes the ancient world still believe in meI bet you doI still believe there is no clueIf I’m right or wrongOr alive in a tombMy desert my own private landscape I knew a guy he was a cloudHe patronized with a Russian nameBabouchka... Lire la Suite →

Colony

Colony Are we living in a colonyAre all those walls infinityAre we climbing a plane surfaceIs it a mask stuck on your faceI feel my fingers stickingMy coffee dropped on the tableAll the circles are leaningTo this place exactly I feel unstableAre those people walking in lineAm I abused by the sun that blinds meMy... Lire la Suite →

Those Tears Are Not Mine

Those Tears Are Not Mine I'm seeking in the midnight runI have no religion I'm not looking for funWhat are tracking my feet is a true premonitionI think I've lost my soul in the last wagonLook at theses tears they are not mineNot now not mineLook at these tears they are not mineNot now not... Lire la Suite →

Vertigo (I know)

Vertigo (I know) I am out of depthI’ve been too long walking that roadWhat a miserable pilgrim I picture among you allI can shoot at the sun but I can’t climb a damned staircaseI can't cross through a goddam moleEven if I can spare some timeI would beg on my kneesJust to escape this joke... Lire la Suite →

Tulip Lipstick !

Tulip Lipstick ! (let's have some fun) I would crawl down so many stairsI would command a pair of wingsto put the right lipstick on your lipsto put it right with my fingers it’s a tulip of lovein the fields of freedomit’s a bucket of spinesin some forgotten kingdom we can cross through the wallswhen... Lire la Suite →

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