Back on the track

I wanted to sleep but sleep didn’t come

I wanted to drink to imprison the sleep

But alcohol I didn’t have

I would like to forget

But the memories fulfilled my mind

I would like to write but the poetry

Among my fingers has passed by

But I never knew your name

I never saw your smile

We never played together

But I’ve put you in dangerous

I did not know that angles could die

I would like to sleep

But the good gods did not allowed me

To protect me

From the coming nightmare

Muitas novidades. Fui a Manchester. Fui no show do Police. Fui na Franca. To escrevendo um monte de projetos. Mas to sem tempo…

That is all folks,

Douglas 

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