Birds In Row You Me And The Violence
A provocation to loneliness, when all the best ends up
into a grand march that doesn’t fit you. Insisting looks
and cheeps perfumes on trampled sidewalks are aggressions
that I won’t answer to. I try, I swear, I doubt, I fail,
I tried, I swear, I tried, I tried, I tried. Just another
witness ain’t seen it coming. I was sitting there and yes
I could still watch silhouettes dancing, with some kind
of interest. I ain’t seen it coming, month by month
experimenting the distress of not seeing sense in the
cadence of bodies. I’m sitting back in place and watching
the world of declining slowly as a grandpa. All wrinkles
drawn with millions of shoes used on the side of
complacency. It’s simply not for me. I tried, to give it
all a sense. I tried to love perfume again. I tried to
give it all a meaning. I tried to remember. In the
morning of my world, all love has ceased. And in the end
it is only you, me and the violence, with no kinda
limitation. Before the death of all hearts, when all love
will cease, the hope is saving. Give me a way to see
clear in this foggy sea. Slowly we walk to the end of our
dreams.
