Quinta-feira, 19 de Junho de 2008 [My own Shining]

They trust me And I must trust me

"- Entre, 007 - disse M. - É bom tornar a vê-lo."

Actos Voluntários, Involuntários e Reflexos

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven for Hell
Blue sky from rain

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,

year after year,

Running over the same old ground.

What have you found?

The same old fears.

(Foto: Ricardo Costa)

One of these mornings