The 50´s flower

this is the begining of a long trail
I am walking alone in a path of gold
not happy, but I am quite fine
I am back to the 50s´s, I am back just to find
a life with no reason, also no need to fail
I´m back just to have a cool hairstyle


there comes a man holding a fistiful of flowers
they are gray, beautiful white-black roses
I have no door to close at his face
so I just took the gray side of life
and made them look brighter
not colorful yet, but a little bit free
the  beautiful white-black roses
the gentle ignored man gave to me

(Renée Moura, 2010)

Just a perfect day

dancing in the ice
we both swirling arround each other
alone among the crowds
we both smiling to each other
you said I fell, but I learned something new
I said I did, but only because of you


and the song started to fade away
across the refuge, there came the rain
we in a cabin, you just said
“you look so beautiful”, in a way
in my mind is this the memory that remains
but only the fantasy of a perfect day
cause I was dancing alone in the rain


(Renée Moura, julho 2010)

Quotes Regarding the Necronomicon from Lovecraft’s Stories

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."

(“The Nameless City”, 99)