Alan Parson's Band & Laura de Jesus

 

Symphonic Rock

in time of war

they say it heals ruptures,

Rotunda Wounds

born from

Deep sorrows

I here think that love

in its dualities,

it is anxiolytic and sacramental,

that opens graves,

breaks compartments,

which is striga,

which can cause diarrhoea,

nausea and dizziness. 

You know, love ain't sweet

sometimes brown sugar,

others sliced acid lemon,

No sulfates, no rondaps.

It is the cause of much envy, of intrigue,

fusa, semifusa, colupette,

no lover gives him stirrup,

it's more shelter and hot fire!

From the volcano, base, summit

Interlude of passion and chords

for the whole body, seventh, 

minor chords,

sharps and flats groans, 

do not say that it is soothing pains,

On the contrary, it hurts, it hurts 

to achieve

the simulacrum of the dead,

solfege, harmony,

or bad luck,

Neptune in exaltation,

It is the eighth of the Ninth Symphony

and once whole,

it breaks again, gives birth

crying, getting up.

That love is combustible venus,

Mars in effervescent waters,

And you, Einstein, Newton,

Mozart, with Neptune in Pisces, 

Like me,

Moaning, sweating, decomposing

overflowing. Holding on

to the viscera, to the heart,

to the ventricles, in emotion 

materialize

Love is the intention of the kiss

Before he graduated inside

and if it materializes abroad. In the mouth,

in the hug and the kiss.

And I cry, but it's joy.

French toast has too much cinnamon,

The black and cold coffee

and I in the high tower,

the keep,

Trembling with longing, in the glottis

after the silence, the knot, 

waiting for him, yours. 

With the moon in Virgo

and mine in Rohini.

In my trembling voice

Desire, fear walks

together with the headquarters 

and the lack of courage

waiting for the knight

that he comes to rescue the princess.

And I hit with my hand 

on the bedside table

And I find that love 

It's a huge monster, a planet,

such as music, orchestra,

from war to bayonet, 

on the stages of life, the operetta, 

Forces that loom large

in a crescendo towards apotheosis

and it infects the whole body, the taste,

The smell, all the senses are sharpened

And if symphonic rock gives life to the motto

and love is the most lived disease,

I want to die like this scribe

Singing the melody you recorded

in my being, and why not?

The symphony built

between the instrument 

and the instrumentalist

Between your eyes was born 

The colorful music

which bore fruit over time.

That love has no deadlines, 

nor measures.

And you don't drink sad. 

And it was in this evening that you came

Awaken the love in me

And he just asks me

One thing: let me touch

that it becomes whole 

in my living body. 

I leave the dryness of the past

in Libra, this south node 

Changed by sympathy

with the 6th house,

Like an old shoe

 and I go to your love,

always new,

with you in the

your Venus in Pisces,

my north node,

A minor chord

to exalt pleasure,

nibble on the hook!

And I close the year

no raisins and no sparkling wine,

with Cream, Camel

Emmerson, Lake and Palmer,

That I am still 

of the stars tuning fork

whole and one

To face vertigo

of Pluto and Uranus in Virgo,

of Jupiter in the same place

My luck comes, 

glued to the wheel of fortune!

D sharp, F flat.