Segunda-feira, 24 de Agosto de 2009

The Moody Blues Poems....

 

 Gerardo Dottori (Esplosione)

 

Blurry Hassled Mind

 

Lost my image on the way back home,

Searching for a turning point that never came.

A bag of moments wondering a filthy world.

Take me back to the never ending glory...

Regret always has been my best quality

Growling at the sorrow statement of the dead

Flashed by the history of men.

Hit by the jealousy of time....

 

Fellow greatness beat me up,

Fuck the nerveless moments out of me.

No way to go, but up....

Came out a new leader, a young brother in place

Forging a tear, at the same music I always hear.

Because words get lost in the injustice of eras,

Like a pure journey into an edgy and dull mind,

of a meaningless fool....


Written by: David Nightingale às 03:48
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