Tales from the lighthouse
Autor: Gustavo Maiato | Publicado: 2013-07-08T11:31:00-07:00


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Tales from the lighthouse



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of heaven

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&amp; Perch 

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brings the blinking lights

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heart chords



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of heaven



Spiral
staircase onward builders of time

The bend of
the first dawn flooded my heart

A King
without vassals I have become

Searing a
daydream, overshadowing what matters



A loner
rose on the altar waits

One savior
to suck the poison wound

A glimpse
of heaven, I was a fool

The
template of heaven, I met the doom



Arriving of
the beauty brings a lack of insanity

Rearranges
the shattered puppet boy

A doorbell
announces what I fear the most:

Riverbeds,
halo of saints, shrine of passion



Heavenly
dagger shown forth to me

Such a
trivial moment inlaid bitterly

A bottle of
sand in my mouth

Existence
flew from the nest of faith



Slowly
untangling a foretold hell

Malevolent
clairvoyance was said, never healed me

A slippery
waterslide inner ward a broken room

Castles
with ghostly motifs to be affronted



The Aerial Duelists
greeting for the last time

A frosty
tear gallops wading the absent of real

Madly numb
in a painless wakeful vision

The flesh
is begging for more… again



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A ballad of
her name sung long time ago

By the
doorway of an ancient lighthouse

There
hanged a perch made of itself

A concealed
cage arouses childish fears



A birdsong
flashes from a nightless ocean

Though
never before a crow sang to me

The cage
bars echo to the light spot cover

And the
seaman at last behold a beckon of unrest



To crave
the crown and sow the lore

To maul the
flock and glow the shore

To unveil
the misery and dispel the evil claw

To reborn
the stillborn and undo the beastly sight



My son, at
this point I fell

My
fatherless lyrical haunts the woods

They say a
plea in the seashells reshapes fortune

As strong
as the will to see the shore



The
Inlander is lost for the maiden

She dwells
in waver however, hopefully

A princess
bathed in the savior’s red wine

The keyhole
is fading with the rays of the moon



And the
Lighthouse Keeper wanders in the tower

“What have
I missed but the seed, the dust?

Maybe an
artist?” He persists on the quest

He saw the
blinking lights on the surface



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Where do
the footsteps go on the shallow tide?

The foam
erases two names written on the sand

It happens
solely rough souls envy me, for god’s sake

Yet I’m
proud of the lovely wounds I bear



Father of
heavenless revelations

Theater of
obsession justify the masks

Highness in
the edge throw a trap for the poor-me

The hat is
my lair though senses are apart



The Astral
Forest runs deep with joy

The
Suspended Woods where philosophy rules

My Funeral
Memories in ballerina raiment

My Glowing
Roundabout full of double-edges thrills



Come prose
with me, my lady

There lies
a drapery rain outside the citadel

Come
confess your sinful thoughts watered in regret

I foresaw a
landscape of lamentations for us 



The
brunches reached so high to breath the sun

Swallowing
ember fed by nasty woods

Come prose
with me, my lady

Let me tell
you the whole tale which I came from:



“Downcast
peace on the core of disguise

In a bell
jar I found a naked boy, wasted

World’s lap
prove to be a thankless rascal

It took
years for me to decipher this misplaced note”



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heart chords



There is
not a single true regret in passion

Tameless
and shameless it devours armies

Surrender
to faith and wisdom follows in your inner maze

Empty heart
chords only fill the best players



Unfair
offering underneath blackened eyebrow

Gems as
hard as stones so decided to make the relentless move

Never
faulty feelings to print in this last score page

The
cruelest absence of forgiveness smothers



My inner
composer is withdrawn from an ancient oath

He aims the
imprisoned red stein earnestly

Lordly I succumb
and the lighthouse crumbles

Fortunately
the moon rose to guide the lost



Empty, I
raise a glass. A toast for the indifference

This is a
strange perfect hell for me at this point

Oh, what I
should long now? Mannequin spat and scorned

Twice and
again I tore the rope we wove



Stay calm
child of mine, I’m finishing

What left
for me in the lighthouse shore?

A dame in a
holey dress, a bleeding lunatic

I offered
the most candid pendant I ever had



And what
comes next, my child? 

The secret
bookshelf has not the answer

The End
bends in the corner and it´s not where you started

You must
learn how to stanch your own blood, son