DanoiteparaodiaThe last of the birdsWhen the last of the birds sings its tale and the lights dance on the dark side of my eyes.Apr 13, 2019Apr 13, 2019
DanoiteparaodiaBreaking through this silence inside us. Is it me burning the pages too swift?How can I keep up with my own self if dreams are always hanging from my head like the eternal reward.Apr 13, 2019Apr 13, 2019
DanoiteparaodiaRunningI’ve started running around 1 year ago but now I understand that it was something I always did.Nov 20, 2018Nov 20, 2018
Danoiteparaodia1 hora em passo sozinho, alguns carros, mas muitas vozes. Uma espécie de monstro geringonça.This is where the fun begins, eyes petrified every letter counts.Aug 18, 2018Aug 18, 2018
DanoiteparaodiaThere was a man that walkedThe man was walking into his image when he heard something. For some time he thought that nothing was about him and for some other time…Aug 7, 2018Aug 7, 2018
DanoiteparaodiaChange the rythm. I hear the snare, a continuous jazzy conversation upbeat with the bass line.The Lights follow the birds singing, even they look up here to the clean cut stone hiding the Sun. Do you think they also have komorebi?Jul 15, 2018Jul 15, 2018
DanoiteparaodiaThe skeleton was groing too big for what was an already tight pot.The soil a few years below was so fertile that you could hear the drums every time the heart beat.Jul 9, 2018Jul 9, 2018
DanoiteparaodiaMe refugiar de mim nessas horas?Que história sou eu pra ser contada? Uma piada de ironia universal se pensar pra parar. Come isso, lê aquilo, vibra quando a luz ficar azul…Jul 8, 2018Jul 8, 2018
