The Nightmare in My Head
Tarde da noite, fugíamos, nos escondendo em meio a vegetação, um grupo de refugiados. Não consigo lembrar seus rostos, tão pouco seus nomes, mas a expressão de desespero de cada um é algo que eu vou lembrar para sempre.
Andávamos em meio às árvores, perto da rodovia, alertas a qualquer barulho ou sinal de aproximação. Tínhamos armas porém apenas algumas poucas munições, cada bala ali contava, não podíamos nos dar ao luxo de desperdiçarmos.
Um pouco mais distante de nós, duas luzes surgiram, vindo em nossa direção, seguindo pela rodovia. O coração acelerou, e o medo nos fez suar frio. A melhor defesa era não ser visto e era exatamente o que estávamos tentando fazer.
Quando o veículo passou, pude respirar novamente, mas o estado de alerta permanecia o mesmo. Estávamos com medo, desesperados, lutando por nossas vidas, em um lugar onde a escuridão era eterna.
Agora, não consigo te descrever com clareza do que correndo, mas uma coisa posso garantir, o que vinha naquele veículo não era humano.
Beyond The Sacred Glass
I calm down and steady myself.
Collapse to the ground when I realize I can't breathe.
Could this be happening? what's happening to me?
All the walls are closing in on me and confusion makes, it's hard to see
Still my pounding heart is bleeding for you
I know the truth and I start to sweat, sweat, sweat,
Why the hell am I here?
I start to sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat
Have I succumbed to fear?
Why am I trying the undying, a ghost of such elegance?
Oh why am I racing to be facing a vision of something so perfect?
I am willing to give whatever it takes to find
Forgiveness for my mistakes
So I'm going to take a chance and invite the unknown to a deadly dance.
I have laid eyes on you and yet it does seem as if the Earth moved
I know the truth and I start to sweat, sweat, sweat,
I will have you tonight!
I start to sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat,
You will be mine tonight!
Should I open it for you?
Tell me what they've done.
Speak the words I wanna hear
To make my demons run.
The door is locked now
But it's open if you're true
If you can understand me
Then I can understand you...
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold,
How come it's got so cold?
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully.
That old man here is me...
That old man here is me...
Are You The Rabbit?
Don't open only arms in a hug,
Open your heart, and you will understand
your meaning....
Your hugs are my favorite.
Do not go gentle
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.