CARNE

Quão capazes de abalar
São esses pensamentos teus?
Que promessas de melhor
Darão teus olhos aos meus?
Crueis, insanes de tão belos,
Aos meus olhos não dão nada!
Mas o teu peito e os teus braços,
Logo assumirão os traços
De uma leve e fria espada.

E assim trais qualquer um
Que primeiro olhe teu corpo:
Gentil, frágil, com desdém...
Mas o que mais me enraivece
É que a culpa é de ninguém!

Mas,
Se desse corpo, perfeição,
Fosse feita a tua alma,
Se à carne perdoasse
As “virtudes” de outrora,
Imaginar não conseguia...
O que seria, se um dia,
Tu soubesses de poesia!

Um post, um desabafo. Alguma raiva...

WHAT SHOULD ANYONE EXPECT FROM SOMEONE LIKE YOU

Well, you know I don’t speak words
You know these are emotions coming out
Of a living past that we had not
And I don’t want the future to be the only fucking thing I got

It’s foggy and my feet are glued to the ground
‘Cause it’s you I’ve been withholding seven years from now
And every place shouts your presence,
Everything shouts your name
I dreamt you were trying to erase yourself to never ever start again

Fool,
To think maybe one day you could reach my stage
To try and make it right when I know you’re reigned by rage
Cold,
My mind has to be for the things I need to mend
For the love of my life be diagnosed as a friend

Well, I heard “third time’s the charm”
And I’ll give Judas a try
Is this what love is?
The devotion makes me sick
But I’ll be glad if you stop by…

Fool,
…
Well, you know I find so funny
The ambiguity we can feel
A so-hearted past time spent, an opened cut I didn’t heal
So yes, now I’m able, I can hate too
But I don’t want the future to be the only fucking thing I got…
From you.