sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2015

Blue Suns** And Yellow Sun*

They can not be seen by the day

Only at night often hidden in the gray


The yellow sun, in the day, has lightened us

The blue suns, in the night, has delighted us


In the day, the yellow sun, is like a tough king

In the night, the blue suns, they are like angels singing


The yellow sun is a necessary evil

The blues suns are happiness out of primeval upheaval


The yellow sun hurts us, kills us, blinds us, they want us.

The blue suns free us, love us, please us, they are us.


Por: Samael Mastema*


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Por: Samael Mastema