Hawthorn (Iago, premium Fonopoli 2004)
Patriarch wants his paintings hanging on my walls.
But I listen, look and appearance.
The park is invaded by dreams of the deluded
gardeners who decide the fate of freedom.
The wind speaks of battles to be fought
and heart to kill.
's time to change the laws.
controllers are well hidden and the dark plot,
ready to destroy what they do not understand their meaning. Life
fake happy
is for people who cleans his glasses
and book a place for the morgue.
The list is long.
In the park of dreams,
hawthorn resists poisons
and the fires from sleeping. No music will
'poems for their emptiness.
The lawn is full of desperate people in search of power,
dream image area for slaves.
ignorant and without knowledge, as castaways
flounder in a sea of \u200b\u200bdebris.
subjugated by abbesses
preparing dishes with their own brains.
Dear friends,
worm-eaten by hypocrisy and envy
that do not admit their failures.
In the park of dreams, the hawthorn
opens its flowers to deserving
the minds of the rich and noble of spirit.
are seekers.
followed by humility and cunning ant
Snake
to escape the void.
They danced with different monsters
softened and soothed the agonies of not-God.
come with the expulsion of the eastern
and bring new dreams to be transplanted in the park.
E 'them that I respect.
I want to change the laws.
I want to see the flower of the hawthorn.
to continue to live.
to continue a. .. dream.
