Swan Song / Mardi Gras

Swan Song/Mardi Grass

Numbered clouds
Shades with names
Who calls?
Catch your songs
I'm there you see
At the table
With the kings
All is dying but
We fly in unusual,
Invented dances
I watch
We pass
Surpassing
Catch your songs
And if you think
Those were the days
I would say
You are right
In a certain way
Time also dies


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So that's it ! The rumours were true: OPAQUE DESTINATION IS BACK!
Stay around and join us in this journey towards the unknown.
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends...
Enjoy it!

Renewall

Renewall

Aos passantes e fiéis amigos que ainda me apóiam visitando este lugar de sombras e palavras:

Obrigado pelo contínuo (as vezes involuntário mas sempre bem vindo) apoio.
Opaque Destination está passando por algumas mudanças visuais. Sinto que com o tempo o design do site passou a não representar mais a dimensão da idéia geral deste projeto. Acho que é hora de uma mudança... Assim espero que gostem do novo design no qual estou trabalhando. Infelizmente não tenho tido todo o tempo que queria, já que tenho um trabalho em tempo integral. Mas Opaque Destination vive! de volta mais cedo do que vocês pensam e mais estranho do que nunca...



To the bystanders and faithful friends who still support me by visiting this place of shadows and words:

Thanks for your permanet (sometimes unintended but always welcome) support.
Opaque Destination is going through some visual changes. I feel that the site design no more represents the size of the idea behind this project. I think it is time for a change... I hope you enjoy the new design I'm working on. Unfortunately I have not had much time, since I have a full time job. But Opaque Destination lives! back sooner than you think and stranger than ever...

Fish in The Meadows

Fish in The Meadows

How far we are from what we faithfully seek
What a misleading dream
What a delusive search
Fish in the meadows
And bees in the sea


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It is not possible to know everything about something. Nor even about nothing.

Karthago

Karthago

Drawing lines that later will reveal
The bounds that merge us down
In a mass of pressured thoughts
It is true I cannot remember
When I first saw your hesitating walk
Your eyes moving as if your doubt was mine
Time is a verb and I should have known
How to spell your name without this beauty
That in the end is an empty enchantment
To summon winds from inexistent coordinates



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My mind fights on many fronts.

Scappata

Scappata

Fire
Shines high
Exiled, I've chased mirages
Crossing deserts to meet
My own disappearance

Found, then lost.


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All the evidences lead to one suspect: chance.

Good Morning Prypiat

Good Morning Prypiat

900 rusted years will pass
Framed moment, framed air
Nor even ghosts now haunt you
Good morning today
Always in the dark
But is not always night to you


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So, explain to me...

Shapeshifting

Shapeshifting

We are merged in fragments
We, dissolved, permeate time
Though we know we have to leave
We talk on staying
Mesmerized by
Life's inconsistency



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The truth is out there. But we are here...

Those Black Eyes Now Opaque

Those Black Eyes Now Opaque

Lying down as if asleep
Drifting now in other worlds
May the gods
Be companion and guide
All joy is departed
All light is away
As they close
With grave mercy
Those black eyes now opaque

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Por que chorar por partes da vida se ela toda é que merece lágrimas?

Seneca, Lucius Annaeus

Sleepwalking In The Castle of Spleen Queen

Sleepwalking In The Castle of Spleen Queen

Submerged in dormancy
Resound
These mansions
Of strangely known
Resemblance
In these halls
Of carefully drawn
Patterns
I recognize
The design of
Your sorrow

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Note: Merged words from previous post "Ghost Station Park Memorial"....

Underworld/Overworld

Underworld/Overworld

Sidewalks in a dream within a dream
The old smell of earth, bathed
The brand new taste of furious skies
Unseen rooms and hidden aisles of my home
Birds as sparks into the evening
Circling, diving
It's more like if I was the river
That I see from here
Some hearts never stop
Have to leave now
Feel at home in my dream
But it is yours now


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So, if the good die young, I have to be the worst of them all.

On Straight Lines and Cradles & Graves

On Straight Lines and Cradles & Graves

You know what they say about fate
You turn left, then right
Curves and shortcuts
Another deviation
All directions
Every moment
Is a new road you think you're taking
And if you stop
And look behind
You can only see
A straight line
No matter what you do
What do I think?
Fucking complete bullshit.
( Believe me
It's written in the fucking stars!)



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Lifes may vary. Death doesn't.

Stardust Music Overture

Stardust Music Overture

Frozen dust and sand, I am you
Come to me nights, come to me days
Reveal to me your names and hidden names
As one. For we are one
Everything from nothing and nothing else
Convoys to distant tomorrows
Come to me nights, come to me days
Do not leave before I sleep and see you changing
Everything from nothing and nothing else
And all these things... for what?

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Optimize Your Pessimism

Optimize Your Pessimism

Welcome to the country and home
Of the strong and invincible
Their pride is a sun
Shining high, blinding heat
But soon they'll be gone
Broken
Defeated
The light only shows you the shadows
Death deciphers life
It's all fucked up
What I'm saying is
Optimize your pessimism


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Meet me at midnight in the Paradox Alley.

note: just in case you're wondering the words used in the image came from a previous post,"Life File Verification Done". You can read it there if you want...

Outposts of Recollection

Outposts of Recollection

What once was cannot be again
We were supposed to forget
We were supposed to leave time behind
Instead, we became guards
In vigil
In the outposts of recollection.


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Not everyone can see the beauty of these mysteries...

Vessel Astray

Vessel Astray

There was a time when I called it North
Estranged, entangled
I am astray
Am I?
Away...

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Stars won't lead us home. Not this time....

Burnt Bridges

Burnt Bridges

Every war has its veterans
Even wars in your mind and heart
It's time to leave this world behind
Recollections drowned by massive tides
The murderer washed his hands
So as the heroe
Is not what you see
Is what it is

And what is it?

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We are always caught by this uncertain weather, so to speak...

Ghost Station Park Memorial

Ghost Station Park Memorial

Was she there yesterday?
The oldest houses
Keep the oldest news
When glorious bells sing loud
The younger joys
The nights of fire
The golden fathers clocks
One by one
The dearest faces
The clearest thoughts
They all
Evolve to another line
In a bad poem
But these are also bad days
Hers is the morning
Night is yours


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