on the verge of the word II

“Estou hoje vencido, como se soubesse a verdade. Estou hoje lúcido, como se estivesse para morrer” Fernando Pessoa Fill the blanks with your eyes In a picture full of light. Draw this life in red and blue, A trace of blood that is you; In the sky, asking why. Don’t stop this flow in vain Copy that picture again and again. Draw this life in red and blue, A trace of blood that is you; In the sky, asking why. Don’t you care about grace? Just take your place. Don’t be scared, it’s just you in red and blue. Seal the pages, off your pride. In a picture you can’t hide; Blow the silence through the rain; Whisperings / shouts beneath the blame Asking why, under the sky. Don’t you care about grace? Just take your place. Don’t be scared, it’s just you in red and blue. Feel your feet over the ground; This moving image ain’t no sound; Silent picture of you, Traces of red and blue. Don’t you care about grace? Just take your place. Don’t be scared, it’s just you in red and blue.