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Hello Doro

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We sat on a stone wall. between silences, feelings and thoughts we talk. Two voices, words and lips in a sleep melody feeling. A past life song, lyrics of an Heavy Love World written somewhere in time and awakening in a time and in a better place.

The good things

The river, that window and that road where we were. Where we saw and talk with each other 

Things told to me by the powerful wall tree.

The white truck

The crowd and a woman on the stage. The music that sound, the songs we sang and the lights we touched in the stone house on the riverbank. The final curtain and our meeting in front of the stage. The feeling, the words, the paper you signed for me and the pictures that my friend took from us.

The bad things.

Wonderful flaws

Steal bars above wood beams and bars.

To much weight above the house structure. 

The roof is away too heavy for the structure. Too much wood bars.

The house could have been build with the same design and project with cement bricks and iron. Of course with wood too.

The bad things

Out of the silent planet

Out of the silent planet Dreams are Desolation Out of the silent planet we are 

Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation Deserted by the hand of gods of their own creation Nations cry underneath decaying skies above You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live The punishment is death for all who live Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation The killing fields, the grinding wheels crushed by equilibrium Separate lives no more disguise, no more second chances Haggard wisdom spitting out the bitter taste of hate I accuse you before you know the crime it's all too late Before you know the crime it's all too late Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are

Power

Can you imagine someone being true Turn 'round, and put himself in front of you Sometimes it's fun, but then you never know How far a thing, like this might go 

All my life I've waited for a chance To get right out of here And when I had it in my hands I could not let it go 

We've got the power, we are divine We have the guts to follow the sign Extracting tension from sources unknown We are the ones to cover the throne Try if you can to come where we have gone You may achieve what can't be simply done Look back and there you are where we have been And still there's so much, in between All those years I've travelled 'round this world Now, I am standing here To make you sing these tunes And know they'll never let you go We've got the power, we are divine We have the guts to follow the sign Extracting tension from sources unknown We are the ones, to cover the throne We've got the power, we are divine We have the guts to follow the sign Extracting tensions from sources unknown We are the ones to cover the throne We've got the power, we are divine

It was raining when we kissed for the first time, when we first started dating.

We studied in the same school, me in the morning, you in the afternoon, we crossed paths with each other in the intervals of classes in the places of meeting and conviviality. Gym classes were the most eagerly awaited days, they were the days when you came to school in the morning, when I, the German went to school in the afternoon. two days out of seven a week, the days we waited to see each other, from a distance, I was waiting for you, to see you, to be with you, you, ask, would you see me? Your brother, Ricardo, who was in the same class as me.  They were endless days, they were days, minutes that went by. That ran fast.

Then come the time and the time was for me to make a step. It was November when we lay for a prayer before our first sin.

We left school, we walk through the garden, we lie in bed. A strange thing, in an unknown place and strangers to each other.

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