Within Stars

Dust swamps the haze
creeping every soul
in a different faith

Looking to the sky
frozen like I am
like those distant stars

Burden and numb within
the ghost of the evening
swallowing the light

Bitter stream so dim
falling as the mourning
sad sin of another

A hollow crowd
with pigments that shine
far from me

A hollow cry
dark and cold tonight
caressing side

By: DarkCapricorn

The Old and The Leaf

Ontem vi este homem envelhecido e a paisagem não podia ser mais perfeita (vista pelos olhos de quem gosta de escrever acerca daquilo que é mistíco e não imediato). Caminhava ele com uma folha na mão, de rosto para o chão, subindo a encosta no meio do nevoeiro e eu descendo para mais um encontro nocturno comigo próprio e com a nébula. Não sei que química dali surgiu, o facto é que ontem cheguei ao meu quarto e escrevi estes pequenos versos imaginários que decerto muitos fantasmas lerão, outros esquecerão e poucos comentarão. Voçês perguntam e com razão... porquê sobre um idoso? Eu respondo porque não? Afinal de contas, são as pequenas peças do puzzle "vida e morte" que nos completam e nos movem, apesar do caminho final ser comum a todos e este não passa só pelo "amor e ódio".

The Old and The Leaf

The life is going down and cold
is the road where steps are alone
a feeling that is already known
when I've seen that man old

His ancient eyes in the look
reveals the frail of his womb
a tought across the unknown
has entered in my soul

Tender dark and slow love
waves within the buried snow
with all his memories have grown
this gloom and solitude

As he walks to run away
too far from the day
seems like his running to
a faithful grave

In his hands he carried a leaf
brown and proud as eve
like the most of autumn griefs
quiet, dead in misery

To frozen is his lonely heart
his desperating in this doubt
will death pick him by her own
or will the leaf lead him home?

By: DarkCapricorn

Under Autumn Waves

O outono começou chuvoso, qual sobra de inverno que se abateu de madrugada sobre a minha janela. Hoje é talvez um dia de viragem naquilo a que muitos chamam de vida, mas que eu chamo de sobrevivência. Não sei se cheguei mais desgostoso do que à partida embora uma coisa seja certa, apartir de hoje não voltarei a ser o mesmo. Incrível como até nos amigos e menos amigos vemos os nossos possíveis inimigos e fantasmas estampados em rostos de fada. Os pés esses continuam bem assentes em terra seca, pois a chuva não foi suficiente para lavar tal depressão. Talvez com o despertar de um novo começo, de uma fase menos atribulada, de o manejar uma arma, de um papel de aptidão social, possa finalmente descansar em paz. Enquanto isso não acontece... o outono já chegou.

Under Autumn Waves

Too far gone, away
in the land of grey pigments
low sun loves the rise of dawn
the air carries in this light

Too near to, the sea
aproching the time of leaving
my heart behind and fly unto
those winter endlesly eyes

Will I leave this place alive?
I'm not so sure of that
cause I don't want to see again
those summer sixteen young eyes

Under waves of autumn I grive
my mind, my memories to die
under leaves and crying trees
my body, is covered in melodies

By: DarkCapricorn

Fisherman

Following the star
by the mourning lorn
into the deep
of his lonely soul

In tuonela
his searching for richess
gold and hope
for his surviving

Hide from the sick
this beautiful mistery
and in your eyes
keep the tears of misery

Loneliness
when he goes to sleep
while the river
is singing this old song

Seasons can't change the strongest will
of this ancient fisherman
seasons can't change the water's curse
even if colours change trough times

By: DarkCapricorn

Abandoned Ship

What words can I say
secrets behind the rust
fragile temptation
to reach for the ocean

When the sun goes down
only ghosts will appear
and stories of navigators
will fly in the evening

What sand can bring you
to a coast of healing
skelletons of steel
flashbacks of waves waste

When the sun goes down
only you will remenber
all the joys and goodbies
forever locked inside

Abandoned
Consumed
Forgotten
Abused

By: DarkCapricorn

Stranger in the Dark

There's a beautiful step I can't take
a nightmare lost that I can't found
another heart lost in a girl's eyes
and falling free into the darkest sea

Should my redemption be sweet
as your mercyful black arms?

There's a soul discouraged and sold
a broken wing who will never heal
another kind of darkness was stealed
from my dream, the revelation was you

Should my crimes be forgiven
as yours were for all ever?

I've never tried to understand
altough I am here
this stranger falls apart to see
how to reach misery

By: DarkCapricorn

Sun & Moon Apart

This time I know what I feel
and how to say this to you
this night you'll see what I mean
and how the hurt could redeem

The strings are cuted for real
no more lies and no more games
if you want to know about me
come see where I fall asleep

Drown into the waters of my life
rise unto the deeps of my eyes

This you knew what I feel
and how it turns down on me
this night you'll crave a dream
and how this dream could never live

You cry and beg for one more change
but my soul is far from the flames
if I knew this heart before
I would never givin to the break

Drowned into the waters of your life
rised unto the deeps of your eyes

If the sun and the moon leave you all alone
try to find me in the stream of sin
if you are with no one not even for a roam
just lay down in my arms and bleed

By: DarkCapricorn

Lonesome West

Wrap alone this desert of life
standing with boots of steel
I follow the way of the unknown
to stay away from the puppets

Sick and tired of waiting there
in that station of nevermore
I fight alone with all my will
wishing that the sun died alone

When the heat sunsets far away
behind a mountain of red stones
she laid down, he sings and calls
for wolfs who aren't sleeping

His faith is black like the veil
above him that wave stars nailed
so frail like a shoot at night
that awakes the hunt till dawn

I'm a solitary man, yes I know it
but that's my way to carry on
free from the past, sad stories
I run with no bright on my back

One day when melancholie whisper
a message for the lonesome west
I'll keep it on my cowboy heart
as I dry the bottle till my end

Son of blood cold
man of golden chest
abandoned and old
memories untold

By: DarkCapricorn