sexta-feira, 26 de junho de 2009
TRIBUTO MICHAEL JACKSON THE KING OF POP (80'S)
Como se vai explicar esta vida?
Em que mágoa te libertas agora?
Em que canto de choro cantarás?
No que caminharás? Lua? Inferno? Paraíso? Ou o que houver...
How many were the ones somehow your soul touched and transformed, and yet, none of them touched yours to rescue from the pain your soul craved in...
How can we explain you, if you were lost inside?
The divine gave you the pain, you transformed it into art, forced by life itself, but how trapped were you since the began of it all, how confuse was your life, how strange and not lived, to make you go into your own machine of time, what will you be facing now?
All love touch from the deepest universe, can be to much from a lived being, i believe something powerful touched you, but also damage you, in a way you could never find peace or even a way out of it.
But in it you were blessed by.
You just got trapped and lost, still love existed, if you can believe still, there's still there somewhere, as your soul may rest for now, God as heard you, finaly, be with it.