All night I see the moon
and all night the moon says
that the time to me this depleting
All night I see time to pass
and I do not obtain to hold my life
I pass with the moon
You look at it you walk narrow
Lost I in this confusion you follow the sound of the moon
Blues of the moon
devastates part of the night
without sleep it passes
touching the guitar
With a blue melody
a red moon is born
blood spilled in blues of the half night.
Jorge Reis .
