In a desk by the RIVER

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I do gaze in colours to the hours.

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I'm more than a paper.

I'm more than the taker.

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- Glow your eyes in the dark.

She said.

- Set your soul in the park.

He replied.

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Eyes without a face, where's purity without beauty?

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- Don't cry like a tormented soul.

- Don't whisper till you get old.

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I'm a shadow in an arrow.

I'm a bottle inside a turtle.

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- Can I speak from thee?

- Can I roam free?

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Green light of hope, bring joy to a mere thought while saying:

- Why not?

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- Man of dreams so tired.

- Man of shadows so mournful.

- Where's the blanket of sorrow?

- Why's it for you to borrow?

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LIGHT, SHADE, BRIGHT, SIGHT, MAID.

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- Do you remember pigeons room, where magic was more than an woman with a broom?

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- Yellow for joy, words to toy.

He said.

- Red for desire, blue to admire.

She replied.

And without knowing it at all, everything was more than a mere wire.


Words : Manuel Espirito Santo

Works : Vaida Tamoševičiūtė

Faces in an hidden glory

Parading on instruments of torture, I do say: Are you more than nurture?

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I'm child on the glass.

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I'm child on the glass.

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I'm light over your curious sight.

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I cry and I whisper:

- Can you please be a listener?

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I'm shade of colours.

I'm shade of brain.

I'm pleasure without pain.

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- O mournful glory hidden on a story.

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I'm a carved smile for a while.

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Echoes of ancient times, try to provide me chimes.

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Hidden smile stay with me for a while.

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We're shut OUT over a SHOUT.

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Burning eye, why do you give me a sigh?

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Being light without a sight, I mourn over the fright.

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More than a try.

We're more than a lie.

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Eyes wide SHUT bring me words at a CUT.

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Shreds of knowledge to a constant flow of the snow.

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My skin pierces through me in order to run free.

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I'm the shadow in you that stays.

I'm more than a mirror towards your days.

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Being framed on the center, I do gaze at the bender.

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Over crying loudly, I parade to you doubtly.

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Faces all over me just let me BE.

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I cry and I smile while I stay for more than a little while.

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- Where's the food? I do insist.

- Give me more than a twist, I exist.

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I'm a painting on a notebook.

I'm more than a mere look.

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I'm more than fire walking with me.

I'm your treasure for you to be free.

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Canvas in black form me my back.


Words: Manuel Espirito santo

Works: Vaida Tamoševičiūtė

Tales of sand by hand

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Time's a bird on the horizon..

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I'm the price that you must pay

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I'm canvas in you anyway

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I'm truth in a ladder

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I'm spoken truth in a feather.

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I'm past and present memories.

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You do feel my joys at hand

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You do feel my essence on a band.

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I'm the face of time at nine.

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Forever in sand, I do rejoice with the hand.

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Do you see me cry even if I don't pass by?

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Form a pattern and all the soul's a threaten.

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I'm words on a wing.

I'm joy to the wind.

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Why does the sea embraces me?

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What does the soul needs to be?

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I don't disappear with the tide, I do form more than a mere bride.

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You're shadows on fire.

You're a bread in barbed wire.

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Mouth that gives way to thoughts; don't blab me over taughts.

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I do whisper at the wind:
- Are you more than the mere bind?

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I'm an ear without a face...

I'm joy at the human race.

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The waves engulf me towards a stage at sea, people tell me:

- Let it be.

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I'm a face in the door..

I'm a room in the floor.

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With my eyes half closed I do rise towards the nose.

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I'm without a sight, but am I not the more bright?

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I'm a spear at your heart.

I'm a spike that won't do us part.

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From ashes to dust.

From floor to door.

Make me yours forever more.

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I'm vision with sand.

Why don't you give me a dream Mr. Sandman?

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No water can make me disappear.

No grain of sand can make me near.

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I'm the wave that fils your heart.

Believe on me, I'm more than a mere dart.

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I'm form.

I'm formless.

I'm without you.

I'm a mess.

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I'm more than a nose.

I do crave a pose.

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I don't fell you.

But I roam towards the truth.

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Dreaming without sleeping

and all the words are really speaking.

Words: Manuel Espirito Santo

Works: Vaida Tamoševičiūtė