quarta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2011

Sweet Nightmare

Forget it,
You woke up late
Rather, you stood up late
For once again you were unable to sleep.

Doubts and drugs prayed of your chest
Multiplying themselves into a thousand
A thousand glories bit your weary eyes
Another real dream of being abstract.

You understood the gigantic sadness
Of a sweet nightmare that wasn’t there
Rather, there was the useless certainty
Of all the sorrow that did not desire you.

Remember it,
You slept late
Rather, you lay down late
For once again you were unable to wake up.