good times for wars

this devil wrongs you...
this devil loved some...
so many rights did him wrong...
making right made his love tire...
he was only the last call...
and for that the darkside began...
with the good times leaving the game...
for fortunes found fighting inside...
after the last calls came back...
the expectations weren't noticed...
the devil had to accept this...
ignoring his own last calls...
the leftovers past over for nothing...

brief for dreams

where the world shines...
work and living always seems dark...
and waking to find that shine seems tired...
everything that comes from this is black...
premonitions never come true...
entirely to be trusted...
when day blesses enough...
belief is only as a dream...

expecting

things go like this...
without ever holding breath...
never missing a beat...
even if it is something special...
this is whats reliable...
and if tears ever come...
it means the expectations were extraordinary...
aiming at what can be hit...
the gambles never add up...
not giving up on people...
just taking bets on when...