Heroes Of Silence
Miscellaneous
The Right Spark (Rarities)
The words were wasps
and the streets like dunes
when I still wait for you to arrive
from one moment to the next
In a coffin I keep your touch
And a crown
And the tangled hair
Wanting to find an infinite rainbow
I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots
I cannot distinguish the complicated from the simple.
My hands that are still made of bone
And your belly tastes like bread
The cathedral that is your body
It will not be the enemy
You were summer and a thousand storms
And I am the lion that smiles at the walls
That I have painted the same color again
I do not know how to distinguish between kisses and roots
I don't know how to distinguish the complicated from the simple.
And now you are on my list of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark
The right spark, the right spark
The right spark, the right spark
Write in charcoal and in my thoughts,
that we cross oceans of time
drawing the scribbles of my fantasies
little is so much when you need little
The fire that was sometimes your own
The ash always foreign
White sperm sliding down the spine
We are already older and sincere,
And what difference does it make if we look at the lagoon
How do they call eternity
Of absence
I don't know how to distinguish between kisses and roots
I don't know how to distinguish what is complicated of the simple.
And now you are on my list of promises to forget
Everything burns if you apply the right spark
The right spark...
Everything burns, everything It burns
If you apply it, if you apply it
The right spark...

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