A Maratona de Ficar Parado VIII

Uma vez caminhando sobre a rocha, disse ele que queria voar
Sobre as nuvens sem chuva, sem sol e sem ar
Num infinito que somente olhos poderiam ver
E nenhum homem poderia entender
Ele veio a mim e disse que estava cansado
E seus próprios pés atados
Eu não entendi e disse-lhe
'Veja bem, meu caro
Como um que é raro
Digo-lhe que falho e ganho
Todas as vezes que falho
Que entender não é o caminho muitas vezes
E que indicar caminhos não é minha tarefa
Nem entender o que muitas vezes
Não mostra caminho nenhum
Olha para os meus olhos, admirável homem novo
E vê neles uma chama
Que como eu
Como você
E como ele
Nunca entenderemos"

A maratona de ficar parado.

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For I have endeavoured into the mist
In that hour when both trees shine high
And time seems timeless, the hist
Calling us, calling me, I ... I see
Wouldn’t say I fear, wouldn’t
Wouldn’t say I understand, either
Cause light is easier to find than darkness
But hard is to wish it softly
And harder it is to see that darkness sometimes
Is nothing but lowlight

Lightshine on Moonland Kingdom Part Seven - Waiting / The Waltz's Desire

Even now I can howl
Under the light that shines on us
On the scheme of face drawing
I saw yours
The light that shines on us is right

Lost to a friend, lost to a lover
Lost to the kingdom's riverside rover
Brought to you by desire
And passion, and flames
And justice's spire
Your eye's light is like a filter
Your glance is like a doom
The lower gold is surely silver
The upper gold is surely you

And there in the dance
How could I forget
Lost to a lover and a friend
Lost to the one I had met
Yet so strangely it occured
I wouldn't think I'd be cured
Might you understand, might not
Might all that was found one day be lost

Could daylight's dream happen
A brewer's cling to loneliness
Then there a full moon
And I, under the mountains
Clinging to doom
Your glimpse
Your glimpse
A glimpse of you

So we make the play ere the stage
Held to die in the last room of the Land
There you are, in the lightshine's blend
In the Moonland's King training fane
Where have we been, why have you gone out?
There the moonlight, there the waltz
Is it a nightmare's desire?
Or just a quick burning fire?
Where we are we wait
Where we are we'll fade

So cling to hope, waiting face
And the hopeless day you shall forget
And before another comes, let him be saved
Tell the words for best
'The Moonland King shall never rest'