Sailing

Take a road towards a map
Visit a town without no map
Visualize wisdom on the horizon
The bird echoes towards itself:
- I want to fly and pick the nost beautiful flower in the world
Je veut etre le marin qui aime les nuages et ouvre les portes des rêves
A stone marks a tiny village:
- They do say that I've a thousand years old
- Was koennst du mit worten machen?
A fish appears on a tiny town on a river that comes from Salamanca
The fish whispers to the water:
- I'm the precious essence of your city
- Do you want to swim with me?
- I WANT TO ENTER ON THE SPACE TOWARDS THE KINGDOM OF LORE
- I WANT TO FLY OVER TINY WISDOM OF BORE
- DO YOU FEEL MY WINGS ON THE SHORE?
The tide's among and nobody knows who does speak
- I'm the paper that you unfold on your cigarette
- I'm your cup of water that you do drink on a coffee
- Can you listen to me?
whispers an angel towards myself
- Do you want to fly with my new wings?
- est-ce que tu veut tout savoir sans regarder un miroir?
says the ugly duckling on a fairytale story
- Do you want to dance with me towards eternity?
- I'm lost on an ocean of thoughts replies the bird to the atmosphere
All over the tiny town where dreams do exist, we do say:
- You're more than a napkin served on a plate
- You're more than a fork that picks
- You're more than a spoon that doesn't spoil a thing
- Kannst du meiner leben haben
asks the bird to the ancient sailor

Love's Life

And somebody asks me for a lighter..
And somebody tries to give me food...
And I do search for inner spirit and love..
And I do love you more than words or spirit can describe...
And I do seek your soul and essence on roads that lead everywhere..
And I'm a match and you're my fire..
And on the deep of the night I do say:- What a glorious day to pay...
- What an wonderful freedom at may...
- What a curious thing to pray..
And I do love you as my angel to be...
And I do love you and everybody can see...
And I share thoughts on inner words..
And I do share wisdom at words of vison..
And suddenly you do gaze at me and say:
- Tell me where's the day?
And I ask the night for a delight...
And I make joy on a toy...
And I break faith and commit the words at stake...
And I search smile within a tile...
And your eyes spek to me and tell:
- Give me the words of a mere bell...
And I search for you in the night with a fright...
And I take torture upon some nurture....
- Ohhhh.. what a gentle way to say where's the day...
- Ohhh.. what a sweet joy upon your eyes that make me pray...
- Will I die by your side while a sparrow's more than bright?
And you do say on a peculiar day:
- What can anyone say on a peculiar day?

In a desk by the RIVER

01

I do gaze in colours to the hours.

02

I'm more than a paper.

I'm more than the taker.

02

- Glow your eyes in the dark.

She said.

- Set your soul in the park.

He replied.

03

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

04

- Don't cry like a tormented soul.

- Don't whisper till you get old.

05

I'm a shadow in an arrow.

I'm a bottle inside a turtle.

06

- Can I speak from thee?

- Can I roam free?

07

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

- Why not?

08

- Man of dreams so tired.

- Man of shadows so mournful.

- Where's the blanket of sorrow?

- Why's it for you to borrow?

09

LIGHT, SHADE, BRIGHT, SIGHT, MAID.

09

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

10

- 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?

01

I'm child on the glass.

02

I'm child on the glass.

03

I'm light over your curious sight.

04

I cry and I whisper:

- Can you please be a listener?

05

I'm shade of colours.

I'm shade of brain.

I'm pleasure without pain.

06

- O mournful glory hidden on a story.

07

I'm a carved smile for a while.

08

Echoes of ancient times, try to provide me chimes.

09

Hidden smile stay with me for a while.

10

We're shut OUT over a SHOUT.

11

Burning eye, why do you give me a sigh?

12

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

13

More than a try.

We're more than a lie.

14

Eyes wide SHUT bring me words at a CUT.

15

Shreds of knowledge to a constant flow of the snow.

16

My skin pierces through me in order to run free.

17

I'm the shadow in you that stays.

I'm more than a mirror towards your days.

18

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

19

Over crying loudly, I parade to you doubtly.

20

Faces all over me just let me BE.

21

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

22

- Where's the food? I do insist.

- Give me more than a twist, I exist.

23

I'm a painting on a notebook.

I'm more than a mere look.

24

I'm more than fire walking with me.

I'm your treasure for you to be free.

25

Canvas in black form me my back.


Words: Manuel Espirito santo

Works: Vaida Tamoševičiūtė

Tales of sand by hand

01

Time's a bird on the horizon..

02

I'm the price that you must pay

03

I'm canvas in you anyway

04

I'm truth in a ladder

05

I'm spoken truth in a feather.

06

I'm past and present memories.

07

You do feel my joys at hand

08

You do feel my essence on a band.

09

I'm the face of time at nine.

10

Forever in sand, I do rejoice with the hand.

11

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

12

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

12

I'm words on a wing.

I'm joy to the wind.

13

Why does the sea embraces me?

14

What does the soul needs to be?

15

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

16

You're shadows on fire.

You're a bread in barbed wire.

17

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

18

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

19

I'm an ear without a face...

I'm joy at the human race.

20

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

- Let it be.

21

I'm a face in the door..

I'm a room in the floor.

22

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

23

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

24

I'm a spear at your heart.

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

25

From ashes to dust.

From floor to door.

Make me yours forever more.

26

I'm vision with sand.

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

27

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.

29

I'm form.

I'm formless.

I'm without you.

I'm a mess.

30

I'm more than a nose.

I do crave a pose.

31

I don't fell you.

But I roam towards the truth.

32

Dreaming without sleeping

and all the words are really speaking.

Words: Manuel Espirito Santo

Works: Vaida Tamoševičiūtė