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| Poesias-->OLD CHURCH -- 22/06/2001 - 18:15 (Flavia Martin) |
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It was a so antique church
Where the black time had left
Roughs marks on the wall.
The angels of the stained glass windows
Had reflected themselves on the ground
Dressed in agony and pain.
Candles has melted on the shady altar
And the bells had sounded
The gladness of the eternal death.
Far away we ve listened to the chorus
Where human voices had mixed with the angels voices.
The blood of Jesus
Had drained on wings of the blue bird.
The almost divines lies
Have involved the faithful
In a hug nearly mortal.
And
One by one
Have dived slowly
Within their own insignificance. |
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