quarta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2015

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Through the shadows of weeping
I’m the Angel
Who with a cross
Had smashed the devil’s heart.

I'm disappearing
Behind the graphics of my skin.
I have hiding my feelings
Before that they’re could be
Blown by the wind.


So, don’t be worried
About my choices,
My way and my behavior.

It sounds like gargulas
Moving wings
around the only one
that Can save you.

Through the moonlight
I’m the witch
Who put a spell
Unto the darkness.

So I can show
To all the world
My deepest sorrows
That bring me loneliness.

But don’t be worried
About the words
that I use to write down.
It’s just a symbol
That make me ready right now.

It seems diamonds
Shining light
Until it ends.
It’s like a child
Smiling brightly
Before repent.

Through the street
I'm the bitch
Who speak it loud.

Then you may see
The monsters high
Across the clouds.

Now I can assure you
There’s no problem
In to be like it
Because this bitch
The mirror shows me
Doesn't need to hide it.

It feels like an open jail
Who made me strong,
Unapologetic.
Then I can pass
Through the fire
Like a new heretic.


Angela Natel - 02/02/2015

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Graphics



Through the shadows of weeping
I’m the Angel
Who with a cross
Had smashed the devil’s heart.

I'm disappearing
Behind the graphics of my skin.
I have hiding my feelings
Before that they’re could be
Blown by the wind.


So, don’t be worried
About my choices,
My way and my behavior.

It sounds like gargulas
Moving wings
around the only one
that Can save you.

Through the moonlight
I’m the witch
Who put a spell
Unto the darkness.

So I can show
To all the world
My deepest sorrows
That bring me loneliness.

But don’t be worried
About the words
that I use to write down.
It’s just a symbol
That make me ready right now.

It seems diamonds
Shining light
Until it ends.
It’s like a child
Smiling brightly
Before repent.

Through the street
I'm the bitch
Who speak it loud.

Then you may see
The monsters high
Across the clouds.

Now I can assure you
There’s no problem
In to be like it
Because this bitch
The mirror shows me
Doesn't need to hide it.

It feels like an open jail
Who made me strong,
Unapologetic.
Then I can pass
Through the fire
Like a new heretic.


Angela Natel - 02/02/2015