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    She is like a paper cup

    in The Performance Hall

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    She is like a paper cup

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Rk90Sccvg4

     

     

    Words escape me 
    without  I can hear them
    they are runaway horses 
    that gallop through my tongue
    carrying me astride
    with no reins to tame them

    they are storms that do not end
    in the cave of my mouth

    I am a paper cup
    half full of voids
    in the corner of a bar
    at the mercy of a push
    or a drunk hand 
    wanting to rush more drink

    The hours scatter
    between neon lights
    my cat waits for me at home
    on the sofa in the hall

    I say goodbye to that bar
    and go to my refuge
    with the walls 
    bared of childhood memories
    while the night breathes
    hidden in the corners

    I don't think about tomorrow 
    and Now it  slips out  my hands
    while I take off my clothes 
    and wash my mouth

    if i don't fit in this body
    that shrinks with the days
    despite being asleep
    in the dreams of a girl
    I don't think about tomorrow 
    and Now it  slips out  my hands
    while I take off my clothes 
    and wash my mouth
     

    Original Green Music - Best Video Clip - I feel like a tree

    in The Performance Hall

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    Original Green Music - Best Video Clip - I feel like a tree

     

     

    Today I feel like an old tree
    at the top 
    of the landscape 
    of my head

    I can no longer bear the weight 
    of broken dreams
    in my branches
    nor the hand of time
    looking for my last leaves
    to tear them off.

    Today I feel like an old tree
    as I watch the fire advance

    sea of flames 
    that ripples and roars
    while closing the distance

    Today I feel like an old tree
    no feet to save me 
    from what I look forward to
     

    Like glass bottles on a truck with no brakes

    in The Performance Hall

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    Like glass bottles on a truck with no brakes

     

     

    They were 30 
    on the small boat
    like glass bottles
    on a truck
    with broken brakes

    All of them seemed ghosts
    trapped
    in a tunnel
    far from
    where they were born
    far from
    were they were going going going

    The sea roared
    leaving them lost
    and in the midst of so much fear
    a woman's voice sung to her son

    It's a couple fight
    soon their brawl will end
    and the sun will come
    and with its light you will see
    the promised path
    towards a chosen destination
    my little boy
    dream

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