Tamara Robalo

Tears fell forever before
Mirrors of death in thousands of wars
Witnesses of life in our brightest moments
Now, fall like simple drops of rain,
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What would a blind man do
In a land of foreign views?
Why would the rain fall down
In an ocean of hot sand blue?
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A brancura intocável da escuridão, mas sensível aos corpos anónimos que se tocam debaixo do néon, como algas entrelaçadas na maré da meia noite.
O tabaco.
A bílis,
O lixo humano mesclam-se e dançam ao vento na poeira soturna.
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Under this glowing lightning
I search for a feeling,
Some shadow,
In the meadow
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The untouchable fairness of the darkness, can be sensed by the numerous bodies that dance beneath neon as entangled algae in the midnight's tide.

Tobacco,
The harsh bile scent,
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You, wanderer, tilting leaf,
Drift away on Winter's wind,
As a well timed thought to me.
Fly away and spread the news,
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Brilliant shine, never left behind
Slowly, loving, passing by
Are you sad or are you blind?
Is this life your own design?
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Luzes artificiais na noite
Como candeias
Alumiando os heróis do dia a dia
As suas pequenas vitorias diárias
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Sweetly moving forward
Smiling at everything

Bring us the night
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The world rides the horses
Horses ride the world

And in hopeless prays, We beg for what is real won't fade with time
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