above the shades of graves and
below the shinning sky
I saw a man and his dreams
to rot alone and die
his friends of slippery hands
his youth in search to find
a love, a break in violence
a sweeter suicide
and all those tears so sad...
the man who cried
it's all he ever begged
one day to try
one day to try
-- João Otero - dec-29-2011 / aug-20-2012 --
