Friday, May 31, 2013

All Apologies

Sorry for all the promises I broke,
You should be the one I love the most,
Sorry for having gone and not stayed,
I left you out in the cold, frayed

Sorry for the times I forgot you were mine,
Sorry for the times I should have loved you
Sorry for keeping you second in line
I'd promised next time it'd be you

Sorry for promising you all,
Including your happiness first,
Sorry for letting you down,
For breaking your happiness first

I'd walk outside first in the morning
Feel the sunrays shine above my head
Then start to feel the sorrow and mourning
Start wishing myself to be dead

I'm screaming for all apologies from you,
I'm dying for all apologies from you,
I'm waiting for all apologies to myself.
I'm the one who almost got killed

Ir

Se eu não for
Serei apenas o que já sou

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Primavera

É fácil amar quando se ama a vida,
É fácil amar no escuro a luz,
Para quem há o desespero,
A fuga rápida seduz.
Para quem pranteia por desejo,
Para quem ama, e quer viver,
Para quem não vive, nem o ensejo
De sanar-se sem morrer

É fácil amar quando se ama a vida,
Mas não a vida de árvore ida
De ser todo tronco relvado
Não oco, mas parado
Sem errar, nem aprender,
Só ganhar, sem perder.

É fácil amar quando se ama a luz,
É fácil amar quem te completa
Se a outra face em ti reluz
O amor tão fácil se decreta.
Difícil mesmo virar-se a ti
Completar-se próprio
Só de dor repleta

É fácil amar quando se ama a luz,
Porque a luz nos cega, cega, cega
É fácil amar se te reluz
Confortável, doce, completa
E desespero forte tanto acalenta
Quanto dor, morte, que tanto isenta.
Pra que ser então pessoa sincera
Se a luz que bate se reitera
Quando então tu se inteira
Apaga a luz pra primavera.

Title Post

Percebi que as melhores músicas são feitas do ponto de vista de quem está perdido.
E os melhores poemas também.

E aí eu pensei que isso poderia ser somente para alguém imaturo. Mas não é. Isso acontece para quem está vivo.

E não está vivo alguém que está sempre certo.
Nem quem nunca erra.

"Well, I really wanna see you again 
I miss my lover, I miss my best friend  
With you, baby, right here, by my side  
With you girl, I'm gonna be all right
 
Then, they'd write a book someday  

'Bout the boy, who'd always strayed  
Girl, who took the fog away 
Man, if it could be that way

I would come without delay  
Smile on my face 
I would not be lost for long  
You could be my title song"


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA4FjSzYSrg

Monday, August 13, 2012

Fogo

Fogo sine qua non força
Força sine qua non mudança
Sine qua, sine qua,
Sine qua non nossa lembrança

Pois somos frutos de um mesmo pomar...
Em uma mesma fazenda.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Monstrous

It's such a big monstrosity
Known for it's thinking inability
Its eyes are blind, its legs are morbid
Stumbling upon our reasons gullibility

Its so powerful, it's dangerous
Released from the tie it's strung the most
I was taught to fight this war for centuries
Regret the ones we cannot trust

To hold this beast, it's nigh impossible
To face it boldly is a cry for death
To hold the horses is to be a coward
Among the cowards' weary breath

To win a fight, and lose a thousand
No scream or bribaries laid
For peace and justice were held hostage
Their feeling lost among decay

Stumbling upon us as we lay
Stumbling upon us day by day


I still can't face the very way
That all of us live this life
It sounds too bad it may
An anger sound

So hateful is it monster
Hate it, hate it, hate it,
Before it's too late we have to hate
So soon enough we'll know to face it

And die a heroic death
Rather than living down on knees.



"Preferimos desviar, preferimos não enfrentar, preferimos
enfrentar o que é mais fácil, preferimos não combater,
preferimos aceitar, preferimos nossa vida, nem que
seja uma vida sem sentido, sem vida, sem alegr-
ia, sem vontade, mas ainda vivos, com nossa
alegria, que se esvai dia a dia, que nos to-
ma a depressão, e a falta de energia, e
cada vez menos escrevemos menos,
e a cada dia lutamos menos, e a
cada vez mais aceitamos, o c-
ão que nos guia, nos mata,
nos tira as palavras que

nós mesmos nos faz-
emos não dizer qu-
ando temos tudo
para falar tudo
o que bem
querem-
os e d-
eve-
m-
o
s
Po
is a
cada -
instante
podemos
recuperar
nossa força
e enfrentar m-
ais um dia e rec-
uperarmos outra vez
nossa capacidade de fal-
ar o que podemos, passo a
passo, sem medo do que está
em volta de nós, sem medo do q-
ue está dentro de nós, sem medo da
vontade de combater novamente, da ira
que nos preenche a cada dia! pois temos que
e vamos combater, cada dia mais, o monstro que
nos fascina, que nos mata, que sem guia continua
batendo forte na cabeça de cada um de nos, e sem limitarmos nossas palavras, sem limitarmos nossas forças, sem limitarmos nem criarmos nossas próprias barreiras; e levantar, e enfrentar, e combater; e a revolta deve ser liberada, e o atual virar antigo, e queimar o que nos mata, deter o que nos detêm, assasinar o que nos explora, destruir o que nos destrói, matar o que nos mata. Porque morremos todos os dias. Você pode virar a cara e pensar que está tudo bem, mas não está. Se revolte. Se arme. E vamos matar tudo aquilo que nos mata."

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Compulsive Repulsive

You keep on casting shadows on my wall
I keep on dancing while I crawl
You keep on casting shadows on my wall
I keep on dancing while I crawl


Will I let this evil keep corrupting me
Open up your eyes and see
You just keep taking me up and down
Don't push my head to drown

You keep on casting shadows on my wall
I see their faces going darker all around
You just jeep laughing when I fall
I feel their touches colder all in all

I will let this evil keep corrupting me
Close my eyes and see all you brought to me
Till I find a less disgusting me
When I find you are wrong and bleed

You keep on casting shadows on my wall
I see their shadows' darker trawl
You keep pushing my head down
You keep pushing till I drown

You keep on casting shadows on my wall
I keep on dancing while I crawl
You keep on casting shadows on my wall
I'll face the evil all in all

Monday, June 13, 2011

Silent Still

Watch me here and there
You won't see me while I run scared
I'll hide it better than anyone else
I'll hide it well

Despite my will
I'm silent still
Inside this tomb
This deadly womb

Watch me here, and there,
I'm running scared
Despite my will
I'm silent still

Monday, May 02, 2011

Collision

There are two worlds far apart
Sitting side by side within my mind
Carefully surrounding each other
Careful not to touch each other

There are two worlds too close
One of them has almost froze
The other one's too hot too touch
A grasp in heart is strong too clutch

Heaven and hell it's all the same
Each are much to wane
Close before it's reached your fame
For both are judgeful to blame

Two worlds there, not far apart
Driven by each other's light
Until they finally find what's left inside
Will hope they both be there, survive

Clutching out each other's heart
Find it burning deep inside
It's getting dark and dark
Soon enough both worlds collide

It's getting closer and closer
It's time we face our Armageddon
It's getting closer and closer
It's time to face my Armageddon

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Save Me

Desperation is lurking around me, whispering words into my head,
I wish it stopped whispering to me like if I was dead
For God's sake help me get out of this prison I've set myself into
Inside me a golden riot which I'll never get in through

Hovering the deep space of my empty head, I'm growing sad
Images are rapidly changing and it seems I have just bled
The weaknesses are inside me for who I am
It seems that all my energy has waned

I feel cold when I cry out for the dark

Atrasado

E já começou 2011, e não postei nada. Nada.


Que 2011 seja um ano claro.

Se houver sobrevivência, haverá força.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

You Really Got Me

Put an end to whatever it was, let it go
I was cruel enough, hence I'll forget
Cause it was still good enough for me and you
For that gray-matter has bubbled and het

For I'm no saint, I'm no sinner
I'm no horrid winged creature
And I'm surely not a winner
I'm no blackened ghostly vulture

Losing you is what I needed
I just needed a bad memory
But you were cruel enough not to give me one
And so I remain

This is so a goodbye
To remember not thinking about you!
(And for that matter, think I'm not a loser
I'm just thinking about you)

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Winged Destiny

Spread out the words and see me blacken
It's not the one you knew before,
My blacked wings will make me soar
This darkened winds will get me saddened

Looking out at the mirror
See the redness of my eyes
Feel their redness high
See through their horror

I feel it getting darker, no mood is getting calmer
The night has crept in nigher,
Inside the heart I did not feel

Let this anger burn deeper
Let this pride die dumber
Oil to my soul
Can't get weaker so

It's the weakest that you see

Monday, October 04, 2010

Since I've Been Far Away

Since I've been far away
From you
I guess this little shay
Oh, uh

Since I've been far away
From you
I get this desperation
This gloom

I never knew, I'll never know
I guess I miss you, I'll never know
I'm getting used to, would rather not know

Since I've been far away
Keep in me the yesterday
Choosing faster than I'd know
My own pressure, your glow
It's this time
It's this time
Since I've been far away
I want to get closer than today

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Eggs in Iron Box

The cover stays full
The eggs are broken.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Wave.

Another wave will hit the shore
Harder than it did before

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Juvenile

Constructors build based not on blood.
Constructors get pain and angerness and ease it.


Whatever we do, we do for a reason. Whatever happens, there are two ways of facing the outcome.
You can do what you want to do, or you can give in to reason.

Constructors join reason and will.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Mercyless Breakdown of my Soul

It came long ago, I was aware it existed
I wasn't aware it was coming
Went down after party nights and joyous dreams
I had eaten too much that day so I couldn't sleep
And all those nightmares stole my dreams
They were far too terrible
Came to haunt me for the days I had forgotten them
How I damned them,
Then myself.

There was no pouring rain.
I went to the bathroom and sticked my fingers into my throat, but nothing came out
They were shouting "You will have to see it to its end"
And as I understood my fate I cried
My mother woke up and came to me and she could do nothing
And I held the tears and gulped down the words that were echoing in my head to say that I had a stomachache
She made me tea, and I drank it, and it was good,
But still the words assaulted my head
Still the images were plundering my sanity
I took all out, at once
My soul diminished in despair
I rose, stood up
And lived the days after
Raising my head when I could

It has been three years now
And I don't know when it's gonna end
It still assaults my dreams with suicidal thoughts
I fight and resist cause it's all I can do for the ones I love
But I'm getting weaker
Night after night I wonder if it isn't better to stick a knife on my chest
But I won't
I will breath deeply and look ahead
Though I see clouds and darkness on the horizon
I pray, I'm sorry God,
Sometimes I pray unfaithful
But there's nothing I can do
I'm hanging on, as I told I would

It has been three years now...
It's hard to believe it.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Podemos brigar por religião, porque existem milhões de religiões no mundo.
Podemos brigar por cor, porque existem várias cores no mundo.
Podemos brigar por dinheiro, porque existem diversas economias no mundo.
Podemos brigar por política, porque existem vários interesses diferentes no mundo.
Podemos brigar por raiva, porque existem muitas situações diferentes no mundo.
Podemos brigar por luxúria, porque somos seres falhos como todos os outros no mundo.
Podemos brigar por comida, embora haja tanta comida neste mundo...

Mas só existe um mundo.
E está na hora de brigar por ele.
Rápido.

Lutamos... por muitas coisas.
Lutamos pela paz no Iraque.
Por igualdade social.
Por melhor qualidade de vida.
Lutamos (ou fingimos lutar) pelo fim da fome
Pelo fim do sofrimento
Pelo fim da dor.

Mas ainda não entendo por que não lutamos pelos pássaros.
Não vejo por que não lutamos pelas plantas.
Pelas baleias e golfinhos.
Pela África e pela América, e pela Ásia e Europa, e Oceania, Antártida, Antártica,
Pelas praias, e pelos campos.

Já quase chegou a hora.
Será que estamos prontos?

Monday, March 01, 2010

Cosmo

Gosto de boa parte das pessoas que conheço. Não gosto da atitude de boa parte delas, mas as tolero porque sei que toleram as minhas.

A maioria das pessoas que conheci gostaria de ver novamente. Porém, não seria igual.

Mesmo assim, seria interessante. A maioria delas mudou, mas eu também mudei, creio. Sei que sou o mesmo em essência.

A essência de algumas delas mudou. Ou talvez tenham somente se revelado.

Meus amigos, o cosmo está chamando.