sexta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2011

Astrovoyage


I want to hunt diamonds in the sky
I want to seek for red rings there on the high
I guess I'm moving through the infinite night
I'm taking a flight on the horizon to die

The nucleous is hot and the time is not fast
The elements converts into a new kind of blast
The atoms explodes making a big mess

The solar winds can heal my soul
The smashing of gravity may bring me down
A way of ephemeral existance at all

It just makes me feel part of everything
Dust of our forge mothers