4 acessos
Yesterdaywe built another bridge
A way to other spaces of (in) the sciences
Where all the seasons we´ll try to find
The reason and the merit for the measure of the time
We found a back street of the cemetery
And) felt the lie of hagiology
'cause wordsare not enough for what we want to say
We have to flee
And many seas
We have to cross
To Abydos
He lives under the sea
Is the wind in the trees
He's the wisdom of the world
If it´s God building our street
It's not a way you go by feet
Hyperion sunset
The end is defined
But beautiful poems
Preserving an illusion for the one and only life in our lie
We have to flee
We have to cross
To Abydos
He lives under the sea
Is the wind in the trees
He´s the wisdom of the world
On the wings of the wild
In the arms of a child
Lies the wisdom of the world
He lives under the sea
Is the wind in the trees
Find the wisdom of the world
He´s the kind of a man
You describe as a friend
For the wisdom of the world