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!
Monday, October 16, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
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.
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.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Cross Words
Dedicada a 2 amiguinhos meus... as coisas acontecem mas às vezes devem ser medidas antes. Não que tenha sido negativo. Não sei. Hope not. Mas algo ficou e é isso que quis deixar aqui. *
CROSS WORDS
Crossed worlds,
Crossed roads,
Crossed words
We've been making
Crossed looks,
Crossed jokes,
Crossed hopes
We've been breaking
I wanted to meet your eyes
Against cars, in disguise
To melt into your path
Not be torn by hidden lies
Crossed arms,
Crossed minds,
Crossed hearts
We've been waking
Crossed skin,
Crossed ways,
Crossed unlove
We've been carrying
I wanted to meet your eyes
Against cars, in disguise
To melt into your path
Not be torn by hidden lies
On crossed roads
We've been driving
In crossed hopes
We've been diving
On crossed worlds
We've been dying
But
Crossed ropes
Have us tied in.
PROZAC
Bem, este poema é complexo... é na verdade uma nova maneira de abordar o tema do amor, que toda a gente aborda (no mundo da musica) com as musicas que todos conhecemos em que ouvimos repetidamente "i love you" ou "i miss you", etc...
Este é um ângulo diferente daquilo que é o amor. Do mundo que é o amor. Das dificuldades, das mentiras, dos nossos esconderijos de que ninguem fala. Acho que apesar de não ser muito falado é também o que faz o amor crescer e andar para a frente quando se está numa relação. É uma perspectiva um pouco fria, sim. Mas é aquela ideia de que mesmo que corra tudo mal, valeu a pena.
PROZAC
There are sides of me you’ll never know
Lies and anxiety that tend to grow
It’s enough the part of me that I show
So you can love
So you can care
So you can fuck
So you can bear
There’s a kind of love you’ll never find
A kind of shame I tend to hide
A life of me I put aside
So we can love
So we can care
So we can fuck
So we can share
Some days I’ll lift you up
Someday I’ll have enough
And I’ll let you know
I will show…
(There’ll be a side of me you’ll start to know
There’ll be a kind of love that we may bear
Maybe a kind of life that we can share)
So I will love
So I will care
So I will choose
So I will bear
So I won’t cry
So I will say
That we are there
Wherever we may be
You came to set me free.
Up & Above
Right now I imagine myself floating
Floating above the miniatures of life
Above darkness,
Through the particles of the pure air I’m breathing
Down there I am afraid
Up here I feel safe
Up here in my mind
Sometimes. Just.
Am I love?
Am I loved?
I don’t want to fall down there
But I know I will
I have to
Evil lies low
And I don’t wanna smell what reality costs
Don’t wanna sense human nature
For a while
Just. Just for a while
Want to live in the present
Where the future does not care
Where the last second does not count
To be free above all things physical
To be energy, to be what I believe we are
To be love.
Yes I am loved. But just sometimes.
Just.
My time is now
But the past was built to last.
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