terça-feira, 10 de abril de 2012

Merda, nao deixa nódoa no coração.

De milhares de pequenas cabeças
Nasceu dita com uma certa diferenciação.
Escondendo bem suas afiadas presas
Seduzindo com segunda sua intenção.

Polindo lentamente as arestas
Do conformismo numa relação.
Mera memória é tudo em que restas
Pois, de falsa, nada te falta não.

Por isso, sem culpa nem medo
E graças á bendita exaustão.
Digo de bom grado, e subscrevo
Merda, não deixa nódoa no coração.

quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2011

Verde Dourado


Verde Dourado

Que procura sempre a fortuna

Acaba sempre por lascar uma vida

De maneira oportuna


Verde Dourado

Que aje sem pensar

Apenas procura o conforto

Sem se preocupar em amar


Verde Dourado

Que coloca materialismo acima de tudo

Vai contra tudo e todos

Sem pensar num futuro


Verde Dourado

Que apenas me fizeste sofrer

Se me concedesses uma ultima chance

O nosso amor eu poderia enriquecer


segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009

The Bird

I may call it a caged sound
Or a trapped melody
But what really exists inside
Is the bird that sings for me.

The color he shows us all
Is the color of the sun
The yellow little thing
Is trapped and cannot run.

His songs are of sorrow
He wishes to break free
Fly around the whole world
Or simply stand on a tree.

He can only see through iron bars
Iron bars he cannot break
And the only beauty he can show us
Is the lovely music he can make.


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terça-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2009

A Girl with nothing.

There's a girl that takes part
Part of something you cannot tell
Away from her everything seems wrong
Around her everything goes well.

Take that girl by her hand
Make her explore the world with you
She won't let go of your heart
Because everything about it is true.

Gaze straight into her charms
Look closely into her eyes
The dream she has about you
Grows inside and never dies.

You take everything from this girl
You steal all her precious emotions
Just to give her back all that love
That one love that can move oceans.

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segunda-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2009

The Start

There's something to start today
Something that will surely begin
Something that i will write down
Something that i won't redeem.

I might not be good at starting
I might be better with the ending
And from the moment i make my move
I don't have the time to start planning.

As soon as the sun appears
The rain starts pouring down
Its a cycle you can't deny
It's something you can't turn around.

Start your poem from here
Make it happen with your heart
I began this with the word
I will end it with the start.

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My Little Dark Place

My little dark place
Sets my soul free
It covers my face
And protects me

My little dark place
Is not a woman or a man
It gives me the strength i need
And makes me proud of who i am

My little dark place
Turns my dreams into a storm
It makes me feel different
But it keeps my heart warm

My little dark place
Goes away with a little light
It leaves me here alone
But im sure it will come back at night.

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It starts

In this blog i will write all the poems i can come up with, i don't care if they suck, if they look fag, im doing it for the lulz.