Authorz: Pedro Cescon

Crow, crow, crow, crow… As if repeating own name, It’s what been saying the crow, Every morning saying the same… While the life start its…

Oh, beautiful Carina… … O’ eyes o’ navy blue, That bring to me the memory O’ vast and deep sea For as the vessel and…

It was when she caught my eyes, I was forced out of myself, Would be one of utmost lies To say I was of some…

While it has no flock, Lonely bird still flies to south, And its way finds no lock, For its only interest is its very mouth,…

From the scents I know since my birth, Rain’s one is probably the oldest, And near it all others bear dearth In willing having rain’s…

I heard it once and I believed That was my name and I was relieved That was enough and I was satisfied Didn’t matter if…

The tears I pour, Are all for ‘The Black’, For world turned sour, When she ended her track, The tears staining the paper, Hit these…

To the sound of the sax I’m the king of the move Following Amelie’s tracks While we craft the groove When the trumpet sings To…

Blue fire descending from the sky, Striking the earth in a flash, And as strong and mighty as shy, For it longs the time o’…

A day / A night A pet / A sight Paws / Thy Claws Fur white / Hellkite Small teeth / Thy Jaws Red, brown?…

Falling as a steel ball, Helpless as a baby, Have none to call, All alone, maybe, Tonight I was emptied, My presence meant nothing, Doesn’t…

BOOM – t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t – BOOM BOOM, BOOM… It’s the stress of the drum, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, It’s the music’s bloom, To the hit of…

It is a bond I can’t quite understand, It is a feeling quite unexpected, That force a smile I can’t withstand, That is pronto and…

If time was but a lake, Instead of that sea-like ways, Perhaps, then, we could make A better use of all our days, Tides of…

Swimming in the donut-shaped lake, The carp goes round and round, While not in the ocean where waves break, It is in way more it…

Rain falling in tears skies can’t hold They are heavy, and fast and cold, Yet so precious that its fall’s mold Can become the nest…

War is mankind’s invention that allow men to behave like a bunch of senseless animals, But since war is mankind’s child at all, wouldn’t men…

The gap between two Is the line separating one, For if one just get through, Two will be forever gone

Uncaring is the selfish, For with its sadness and hostility, And being alone its sole wish, Destroys the lover’s incredible ability: A power very soft…

Young and pretty little Winter, Whose future had no hinter, Whose life was born to glitter, Whose wit was of a witter Eyes o’ color…