Non Born Songs

NOTHING STEALS How would it be ? When each one Look at their selves in the mirror N´ they love their selves alone How it would be ? The darkness Behind each one´s look I would like to be right there But… That was important to me That always had been How it would be ? When each one Wants to know about the other How it would be ? When the other wants To know about each one If you always wished to be right here I am the one who always has been N´ whatever... When she arrives Nothing steals The place She always... Nothing steals Copyright © 2024 Isiely Ayres [All rights reserved]  

  The beatified can expect for himself The punishment Whose committed all the sins Once the kings of the world Are sleepy Small manifestations Makes difference ´Coz it´s a lot N´ it became huge Naughty Children of creation Expressionism or not I forgot... Copyright © 2024 Isiely Ayres [All rights reserved]

LULLABY I tried to be by your side When you thought That He forgot you I tried to prove the opposite But you meant it was a lie Facing the diamonds Facing the wrath The world was  Your only option The road Reckless Disappointment The soul resists and it doesn't grow You blinded yourself From options that the world was offering Why to hesitate When you face a small stone Showing up on the path If there´s strength enough To break huge walls Insi[ght]de of you When you couldn't dream Till the dawn I lulled you with lullabies All over the night You´re demanding the victory And from far He had applause you And so You forgot to love  And you forgot to pray N´ now I can see across the light I can see across the fountain The skies will fall on us This eternal twilight Copyright © 2024 Isiely Ayres [All rights reserved]  

2000´s Why our ancestors had been So surrealists When they thought about 2000´s They had been more fantasists Than me with all my passions Dreamers, novelists Exaggerated they have been. The way I see them right now N´ it doesn´t matter ´Coz “now” is only one more page In the diary of an unknown It´s 2000´s N´ the past is tearable Forgettable might be The past can be written in ink N´ wiped out, it´s a bless But the past still yet immutable N´ the future still yet uncertain N´ the love still yet Precious N´ of course, almost an illusion The keyboard within my reach It can´t do anything important They didn´t make any machine Able to stop the war They didn't make any machine Able to prevent me from get hurt They didn't make any machine Able to help me forgive So tomorrow I could look at the world Without any resentment N´ it doesn´t matter Coz´ “tomorrow” is only one more page In the diary of an unknown It´s 2000´s N´ everything looks the same Copyright © 2024 Isiely Ayres [All r