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.

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.