Glass Tree (ARVORE DE VIDRO)

Glass Tree (ARVORE DE VIDRO)

Found Sweety

In your long hair

threads of storms

making waves

in my glass of wine

Out of reality

Cold by boredom

in your colder staff

who stand in a cold night of a sad breeze

the time who hide in the eyes

many days in hours

desolate from dreams

dispersed like leafs and trunks

from far shadows

on show to the kiss of the wind

depresses in the empty

from your strict presence

I've appears so many times

upon glasses images

Witch the deep wells

from this cold wather

in a precise cut

made me an angel from the illusion.

TRADUÇÃO Lê Savassi