Bishop's Lane

I kissed her closed lips in the middle of Longis Land

Where the wilderness captured my eyes

And the lakes slept with the white sand

There’s always beauty in those patches of

Odd colors that fills youthful twilights

Abraços cheios de areia

De praias intocadas

Por velhos que nem chegaram a nascer

Cyclical bands of gypsies and orchestras

Roaming through my heart as you eyes

Black as coal with eyelids blue as sky

Hypnotized me, led me to what I am now

I am a Pilgrim on a Long Journey

Through the temples I walked

And through cities that looked like hell as well

Wind always was my friend

Telling secrets and tales

That I’ve never knew if were true

I’ve found you sometimes

Behind the curtains of my own youth

And the thick layer of my glasses

Bag of bones I’d carried

The lament of sea wind in my hair

Led me to the middle of Longis Land

And to your lips again

What kind of bird are you

Little Bird?

They always told me that love have to be sunny

After all these years

I strongly disagree

It needs that drop of grey

Burned film

Vintage pictures and blurred effects

The taste of tutti frutti toothpaste under your tongue

Soft blue was your skin, under that odd sky

Odd as us

Let the perfection for lies

And see through the veil of reality that screens hide from you

Meet me at Longis Land

And we can see

Life itself roaming in the night

In cellars and seas

Ravens and swans

Big wolves and Little Birds

Open your eyes

Wherever you are

And watch

Love appears

Under the light of a glorious Moonrise.