WALKING ON THE STREETS, LIVING EVERY MOMENT AND EVERYTHING WITHIN THE TIME AND THE PLACES THAT I WALK AND THE STORIES THAT I SEE AND READ. WALKING ON THE STREETS, CREATING AND MAKING MY OWN STORIES. AND IN TIME, KEEPING IT IN MY MEMORIES BOOK.
WALKING AND LEAVING BEHIND MY FOOTSTEPS PATH ON THE SNOW. (IN CASE I GET LOST SOMEWHERE. SO, IF I FOLLOW MY FOOTSTEPS AND READ MY MEMORIES BOOK, I CAN ALWAYS RETURN TO A PLACE AND A MOMENT IN TIME). IT HAPPEN ONCE. ONCE UPON A TIME. A TIME TO LIVE, A TIME TO DIE
LADY LIBERTY
PLEASURE SLAVE
MEMORIES BOOK, PAGE 16. THE ONE I TALKED TO ON DESIRE STREET
I WISH I HAD AN ANGEL, FOR A MOMENT OF LOVE
WHERE WAS I WHEN I GOT LOST´
I WAS IN THE PETIT PRINCE WORLD
WITH WHO WAS I´
I WAS WITH THE ANGELS AND THE DEMONS
WHERE WAS I´
I WAS AT THE ANGEL´S TAVERN
THOSE MEMORIES ALWAYS WILL BE IN A GLASS OF WINE TO DRINK
BLESS THE CHILD
"I was born amidst the purple waterfalls I was weak, yet not unblessed Dead to the world. Alive for the journey One night I dreamt a white rose withering A newborn drowning a lifetime loneliness I dreamt all my future.
Relived my past And witnessed the beauty of the beast
Where have all the feelings gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?
Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
Gone back in time to bless the child
How can I ever feel again? Given the chance would I return? Why am I loved only when I'm gone? Gone back in time to bless the child Think of me long enough to make a memory Come bless the child one more time I've never felt so alone in my life As I drank from a cup which was counting my time There's a poison drop in this cup of Man To drink it is to follow the left hand path Why am I loved only when I'm gone? Gone back in time to bless the child Think of me long enough to make a memory Come bless the child one more time Think of me long enough to make a memory Come bless the child one more time "Where have all the feelings gone? Why is the deadliest sin - to love as I loved you? Now unblessed, homesick in time Soon to be freed from care, from human pain My tale is the most bitter truth Time pays us but with earth & dust, and a dark, silent grave Remember, my child: Without innocence the cross is only iron Hope is only an illusion & Ocean Soul's nothing but a name The Child bless thee & keep thee forever"
I KEEP WALKING FOWARD, IN A SEARCH IN A CHURCH OF PRAYERS AND DIAMONDS, IN THE HOPE TO LIVE AND GIVE BIRTH TO OTHER STORIES. FEELING FISICALY AND EMOTIONALY THE FREEZING STEPS OF THIS AMAZING ADVENTURE.
THE COLOURS IN EVERY STEP, ON EVERY STREET I WALK
On Every Street 1991
THE THOUGHTS, THE IMAGINATION AND FANTASY, LIVING IN EVERYTHING THAT INSPIRES ME, THE FEELINGS AND THE EMOTIONS ARE IN EVERYTHING THAT SURROUNDS ME. THE ENVIROMENT, THE NIGHT, THE DARK. THE COLD, IN MY BONES, THE SNOW, SO WHITE, SO PURE, SO SOFT, THE STREETS, ITS NAMES, THE STREETS ARCHITECTURE AND STORY, THEIR STRUCKTER, FORMS AND COLOURS. SILENT AND NOISY STREETS, THE STREET LIGHTS, THE TREES, THE FALLING LEAFS, BIRD´S SONGS, THE OLWS AND THEIR EYES THAT FOLLOW ME,
THE STONE WALLS OF THE HOUSES, THAT TREMBLE WITH THE TOUCH OF MY COLD HANDS
THE KEYBOARD OF ALL THE ILUMINATING DOORS
THE IRON GATES THAT OPEN AND CLOSE, AS I WALK FROM DOOR TO DOOR, KEY TO KEY AND FROM ONE WORLD TO ANOTHER. THE WINDOWS OF THE HOUSES, THE COLOURFUL FLOWERS, THE PARFUM AND THE VOICES BEHIND THE CURTAINS CALLING FOR ME. ALWAYS WONDERING WHAT ARE THEY TALKING, WHAT THEY ARE DOING, THEIR LAUGHS, THEIR DRINKS, THEIR RAGE, THEIR BROKEN HEARTS, PLATES AND BROKEN WINE GLASSES. THE GOLDEN AND THE CRYSTAL PALACES, THE CERAMICS, THE JEWELS AND THE BOARDS PORTRAITS. THE CASTLES OF A THOUSAND KINGDOMS. THE STAIRWAYS TO THE CAVERN, TO HEAVEN OR TO HELL... WHERE TREASURES ARE KEPT UNDER THE BEER AND THE WINE BARRELS.
CHEERS DIO
TO THE SAINTS, THE ANGELS, THE PHANTOMS AND THE DEMONS PORTRAITS.
SHIPS
AND THE WINE THAT WARM THE SOULS
DOWNSTAIRS, THE TAVERN AND I´M SO CLOSE AND SO FAR FROM A HOT GLASS OF WINE
IN MY EYES, THE TORCHES FIRE
THE DANCING QUEEN OF THE NIGHT
STRANGE STATUES
Two beautiful blondes playing with kisses
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