killedhands

extract from "Hiawatha" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow By the shores of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of the wigwam, In the early Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Burning, singing in the sunshine. Bright above him shone the heavens, Level spread the lake before him; From its bosom leaped the sturgeon, Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine; On its margin the great forest Stood

Pensando, pensando, podría confesar hoy que todas las cosas que me han alegrado la vida han sido producto de la casualidad, y las que más triste me han puesto juraría que ya estaban planeadas...

I'm tricked by your smile want to be forgiven waiting for the battle aching for belief but your answer is wrong and my spirit is broken like choirs in the winter singing out of key I am silent invisible to you while I count the days gone by I am silent invisible to you while I shape the things to come I try so hard to fight for an illusion holding my breath biting my tongue I try to cope so give me a reason I'm waiting for help I'm trapped by my guilt want to be forgotten tired of the noise aching for relief but your anger is gone and my silence is golden like fires on the water drifting out of reach I am silent