On The First Day of Loss [Pt 6]

|| Introduction to Pt6

It not easy... you said.

|| On The First Day Of Loss [Pt 6]

The words that hit,

If you accused, I didn't notice;

Now, they'll never return,

Seem bound

In an inaccessible time;

Have been already mystified.

What happened, is different

I cannot speak

Maybe even you couldn't.

I felt to the ground, down,

Under my feet. So have you,

But when you sought

My footprints, in ditches,

I covered them with pride.

The Moment She Knew

The moment she knew
The streets were brighter
Books were sold out for a pence,
And words discounted
Holding for cheap escapes.

The moment she knew
I was already looking for
Strings of melted ice.
But tepid waters, washed
My ankles, driving me.

Solving the picture
Of an eternal fall,
Living by the winter,
And avoiding the thaw.

The moment she knew
We ended the trident
And settled for Nero.
Awaiting flames to burn
The thin layer of ice.
[Under where we slept]

|| On the First Day of Loss pt5

Face To Face (100 Years After)

What is your choice
What is your choice
I didn’t hear nothing
Nothing from your voice
Nothing from your voice
Nothing from your voice.

What is your tale
What is your tale
In less than a second
You hided my face
You hided my face
You hided my face.

How’s your dream?
We are not there.
Here, you still deceive
I’m your fool

What is your fame
What is your fame
The bawl from the screen
Seems always the same
Seems always the same
Seems always the same.

Forget about your empties.
Stuck in here,
We are stuck in here.
There’s not step out,
Don't step out.

Forget about your empties.
Stuck in here,
We are stuck in here.
There’s not step out,
Don't step out.

How’s your dream?
We are not there.
Here, you still deceive
I’m your fool

|| On The First Day of Loss pt4

On The First Day Of Loss [Pt3]

On the first day of loss,
Everything was strange.
Turning and not founding
Waiting for memories
Never came.
Wanting to sink
With that heart so free

On the first day of loss
There was only silence
The contact not ringing.
Out from the blank walls
Standing before the road
Furrow in the park
With the immortal comforting me

This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
[When you leave it to the mind]

On the first day of loss
I don’t even remember
But it has become
The sum of all the days
Don’t remember
It’s the sum of all the days,
Since this, last, one.

This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
[When you leave it to the mind]

The process comes in the head
Comes in the head
Comes in the head
[When outside is dark]

The process comes in the head
Comes in the head
Comes in the head
[When outside falls the night]

On The First Day Of Loss

|| Introduction

"We could stop here for now."



|| Somewhere Before*

Everything turned for a while.
In the middle of nowhere,
When my eyes where almost asleep,
Everything was so linear.
I had enough time to metabolize,
Enough time to realize.

The stairs descendent low,
The street, now in the heist,
Approached me with no warmth;
But after, it was nothing
But a little pain in the stomach.


|| Record Paper, Train & Marble**

Here, again, it pass.
Like a grain in the water, it pass.
Can't I feel anything?
It has been an instant, quick, delightful.
Then that sensation, old, immediate.
Few hours with the mind to others times.
And then the veil spreads on everything.
The window shouted again.
The shell clench upon me,
Sealing me.
Am I turning to the beginning?
Watching this end, I think yes.

* On The First Day Of Loss Pt1
** On The First Day Of Loss Pt2