by Marcelo Maciel de Almeida
***
Echoes from the past
Memories that never last
A flashlight before an eye
The gap between Ego and I
***
The subconscious is hidden inside
Stairs go down where no one can abide
The burdens I will bear
Forever in dispair
***
Voices calling for help
An endless echo in my soul
Old houses, ancient history, eternity
***
The memory of heavy wooden clocks with thick glasses
Pieces of furniture built in a time where beauty was supposed to be
Yesterday, it was supposed to be - the possessed house...
No comments:
Post a Comment