Blues of the half night

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 .