Scar Scare Nightmare Death flare Beneath anywhere Just living Pretending to dare. Marco Villarta Lavras, 16 de dezembro de 2023.

Touch is a memory enough flesh subtile ash between fingertips close to lips but very far away always desire cold fire fear to acquire...

Save our souls Serve our souls By our own Never sell our own Solve from our soul All its glitches Each small mistake Each enormous...

Micelian wires among timeless trees free as they become in the beginning being as they belong as long as we can see or further, further...

Brand new fears Unique antique stand on my deaf ears on my blind tears at the same time everything is new anything is known in the middle...

Down the stream sometimes I scream out of the darkest night useless fight undiscovered means to avoid what all seems  a void neverending...

Hollow while I follow Every shadow Every flow And pain Changes always For all the ways By any means Meaning anything But I´ve had Before...

My feet on the shore deep into the core of the unperceived mysteries of the unpursued stories sometimes from the others sometimes...

Pray or say Almost the same Sacred lays Whenever we play Wherever we stay Day-by-day Simple to be here Simpler to go away Marco Villarta...

In that inexact place Floating on Holding onto The life within And every thin Very slim Piece of the soul Sliced by Ever since I could...

Trembling tears Where are the fears You are made of? Fluttering souls Where are the goals You due to perceive? Behind all the doors...

It´s amazing Stargazing at the night And the light outside Raising the bright up From the very inside Where every grain Of the stardust...

All the pains Are insane All hates Are dates With the death Wraiths Within Our flesh Beneath Our feet... Marco Villarta São José dos...

Not to be proud Not to speak aloud About Angels and heavens Never to look to suns arising Neither listen to sacred songs Without hoping...

We were born From power light Stardust No lust No ambition Just vanity We shall be again Powder grain And if memories remain Maybe we can...

Blessing rain Melting tears Ununderstandable fears Ragged pain Tattered soul. Marco Villarta Lavras, 08 de janeiro de 2023

No gain Just pain Nevertheless Never the loss Will remain Again End of the game. Marco Villarta São José dos Campos, 21 de outubro de 2022

What a shame Not to blame For the insane Human way. Marco Villarta São José dos Campos, 09 de outubro de 2022.

Among all the everythings That I´ve seen Among all the infinities That seem the existence brings Among all the universes Through I´ve...

Flawless experience Which can have sense Who carves into verse More than a face It´s a faithful grace To save a life by a trace That...