Somewhere, honey, there’s a fear I hide 
Trapped in a shelter, where desires collide 
Somewhere, honey, there’s a a lot that passes 
but not all gets to become our past 

Somewhere, honey, beneath your dark eyes 
Lays the holy power to dissimulate 
Somewhere, honey, while I braid your hair 
you weight your gains and seal my fate 

(você era tão bela 
pra mim tão temível, 
ao mesmo tempo, 
tão singela. 
você já era mais mulher, 
do que eu jamais fora, 
ou serei, 
homem.) 

The night reeks of temptation and doubts 
A pinch of irony in my damnation and fault 
I saw nothing between us, but you were above 
in an acetic world; a glimpse of love

Daughter of a Civil Servant From the Ministry of War

He put a bullet on his head 
it didn't make the headlines 
Instead all he got was a short note 
on the sixteenth page of a newspaper 
no one reads no more 
oooh, they don’t read no more 

She's had only one lover 
all others men were just for pleasure 
then he left for the Red Cross 
he’s now in Sudan saving lives 
and she wishes he wasn’t so selfless 
oooh, why is he so selfish? 

this city is beyond my grasp 
but there’s something to her that lingers on 
part of it is being a part of the scenery 
part of it is having nowhere to go 

He was a prophet of doom, 
eagerly lusting for all to end 
instead all he got was a string of new days 
that failed to end with mankind 
though one day he'll be right 
and savour his victory with pride 

I’m an ambitious go-getter 
climbing letters that will be kicked 
hung out to dry by strangers 
whose expressions are the same 
I’ll keep banging my head on walls 
Until they finally come down 

this city is beyond my grasp 
but there’s something to her that lingers on 
part of it is being a part of the scenery 
part of it is having nowhere to go

Rio de Janeiro (From Across the Bay)

You would twist like a cat 
When I would lay my lips upon your skin 
You would believe all of my lies 
As if truth were merely a dream 

And all the hopes we carried 
Would carry us all along the way 
We would leave each day 
as if living were merely a play 

Darling, 
You're just like a widow 
Who lost its hope 
But not its beauty 

I miss your smile when I run out of faith 
I miss the tomorrows we built yesterday 
When all the shades we saw weren't so gray 
Within the choices we had, we could have our own way 

Such a lovely spring it was back then 
Voices on the radio speaking of freedom 
Silenced by the many helmets that came 
we sat down quietly as our dreams left our hands 

Darling, 
You're just like a widow 
Who lost its hope 
But not its beauty

Prague, 1968

I Feel Your Absence

I feel your absence, when you are not here 
for every outcome is riddled with fear. 
In the Cruelest of many possible Universes 
you’re both my shelter and shamelessness 

in our inhumane condition 
we are both sacred and vain 

i feel your absence when you’re not here 
for only you can make sense of my misery. 
when on a lazy Sunday, life is but Aftermath 
you’re the morning star and my secure path 

in our inhumane condition 
we are both sacred and vain 

(let us share our horizons with no shame 
let us tear apart our walls with no blame 
let us combine dreams, blood and scars 
let us believe there’s always hope from afar) 

When I willingly let my guard down for you, 
you’ve showered me with your kindness. 
When you offered me to enter your shelter 
I humbly gave you my trust and expectations

I Feel Your Absence

As The Sunset Drew A Closure For Us

As the snow falls beyond your window 
and the dark night shelters the both of us 
those winter warm nights in your bedroom 
forever endless inside their seconds... 
I built you as my own illusion 
without asking for your consent 

As the snow fell beyond your window 
you knew that our shelter would end 
those winter warm nights were numbered 
as the sunset drew a closure for us 
I built you as my illusion 
without asking for your consent 

As we aren't the same as we were before 
those moments will be trapped inside us 
I'll romanticize all of your whispers 
until there's only the life that's not mine 
I built you as my illusion 
without asking for your consent

As The Sunset Drew A Closure For Us

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Warmest Winter are Tiago Duarte Dias, his friends and anyone willing to collaborate. 