sexta-feira, março 31, 2006

Goodbye my lover... Goodbye my friend.... You (might not) have been the one for me

quarta-feira, março 29, 2006

Living in a Lie

Don't give me names
You've got it all, you took it all away
Drive me insane
Who'd come down to earth, releasing me
Healing my wounds
why don't you close the door when you're leaving me
now you'll run
running all the way back to me again
It's not to end in shame
to fight an endless lie
I'm not to play a game
I won't be on your side
Found a way
to reach myself again but all I saw was shame
Drive me away
there's something deep in me waiting to escape
You think you know me
so why don't you close the door when you're here with me
I'm here to end the game
I'm living in a lie
it's hard to give the same
I won't be on your side
Won't be on your side
I love you a lot
to need you a lot
I leave you alone...

I've been living
I've been living in a lie

I'm here to end the game
I'm living in a lie
it's hard to give the same
I won't be on your side
Won't be on your side
I love you a lot
to need you a lot
I leave you alone...

I love you a lot
to need you a lot

Guano apes

terça-feira, março 28, 2006

The sleeper

From childhood`s hour I have not been
As others were;
I have not seen
As others saw;
I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
E. A. Poe

domingo, março 26, 2006

A minha menina


Feita hoje as 4.30 da tarde hehehe

sexta-feira, março 24, 2006

No one

Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentences ... No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say ...

So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ... listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, no, no ...- not one living soul and there is nothing (left) to say, in darkness I lie all alone by myself, sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears. But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...

I am the mistress of loneliness, my court is deserted but I do not care. The presence of people is ugly and cold and something I can neither watch nor bear.

So, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone, listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, I don't speak anymore and what should I say, since no- one is there and there is nothing to say? All is oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and NO-ONE IS THERE ...

quinta-feira, março 23, 2006

...My heart can't possibly break, when it wasn't even whole to start with...

quarta-feira, março 22, 2006

Desespero

É triste quando tu atinges o teu destino e mesmo assim sentes o vazio. Quando o que pensavas que te ajudava só te arrasta mais para baixo...

O mar esta com eu, turvo e escuro. Tanta gente vem ca libertar as suas lamurias, com quem desabafa ele!? Com as estrelas? Ohh essas são as maiores hipócritas... Todas as noites observam a nossa dor e continuam no seu torno a brincar e a sorrir sem um desejos nos concretizar...

Alguma vez se sentaram a beira mar olharam para a esquerda e só viram escuridão e para o lado direito a luz? Até arrepia parece que nós encontramos entre o bem e o mal e ambos lutam para nos conquistar. Pena que o meu refugiu se encontre no lado da escuridão... e para lá me rastejo de novo....

7:00 PM

sábado, março 18, 2006

Tongue

Well the tongue inside my mouth is not for sale
Any spirit left in me is fading fast
Could you throw another stone to ease my pain?
Could you throw another stone to seal my fate?
'Cause I didn't believe in this world anymore, anymore
I don't believe in me
And if I can rise above this I'll be saved
Can anybody save me?
And if I can die for love, then I'm enslaved
Can anybody save me?
Second chances are too few and far between
Will to change this circumstance eludes me still
Should I grow another shell in which to live?
Should I grow another shell and not forgive?
'Cause I don't believe in this world anymore, anymore
I don't believe in me
Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye cruel world at last you se me drown
Goodbye cruel world

quarta-feira, março 15, 2006

Another

I'm beaten down again, I belong to them
Beaten down again, I've failed you
I'm weaker now my friend, I belong to them
Beaten down again, I've failed you
And now I'm convinced on the inside that something's wrong with me
I'm beaten down

segunda-feira, março 13, 2006

Bem te quer... mal te faz!

sábado, março 11, 2006

Sombra de um abraço

Tenho um coração cheio de querer perdido na ilusão! Uma nota, uma batida, uma palavra e o panico instala-se novamente... Fodido termos pequenos momentos de insanidade (lucidez!?) e olharmos a volta e perceber que mesmo com tanto carinho e dedicação nós sentimo-nos abandonados.
Realmente somos um ser insatisfeito, andamos sempre a procura de mais nunca estamos completos... só gostava de me sentir completa por mais do que breves momentos....

sexta-feira, março 10, 2006

quinta-feira, março 09, 2006

October Song

if i fall out of my nest
will you pick me up, will you help me fly
if i fall out of my nest
will you show me love
if i'm in over my head
will you pick me up will you help me out
if i'm in over my head
will you show me love
its cold baby, its cold baby

i need your love to get me through this time
lonely, october song
i am a bleeding heart
lonely, october song
help me i'm falling apart
i can't seem to find anyone
who hasn't fallen, fallen down
i can't seem to find to anyone unlike
a crispy leaf on the ground
there are leaves all around
if i'm blind and lose my way
will you walk with me, will you help me see
if i'm blind and lose my way
will you show me love
if i'm incarcerated
will you bust me out, will you set me free
if i'm incarcerated
will you show me love
its cold baby, its cold baby
i need your love to get me through this time
lonely, october song
i am a bleeding heart
lonely, october song
help me i'm falling apart
i can't seem to find anyone
who hasn't fallen, fallen down
i can't seem to find to anyone unlike
a crispy leaf on the ground
there are leaves all around
if i fall out of my nest
and if i'm in over my head
if i'm blind and lose my way
if i'm incarcerated

Bif Naked


segunda-feira, março 06, 2006

Plastic Man

I am a plastic man, Wish i can be the one you could be proud of.
Im losin heart again, wish i could show you what you think i'm made of.
Someday i know i'll find my place, someday i know this pain will fade.
I am a perfect sale, just wrap me up with ur a bow and flowers.
I will neglect to tell, i'll sell your story that we love each other.
Someday i know i'll find my place, someday i know this pain will fade.
Someday i know i'll find my place, someday i know i'll sing my last rephrase.
Why don't let me be, and i'll pretend i'm well.
Cuz ur blind to see, and i'm too tired to tell.
And in ur apathy, u head begins to swell.
Another tradegy, but ur too cold to feel.
Someday i know i'll find my place, someday i know this pain will fade.
Someday i know i'll find my place, someday i'll sing my last rephrase
Seether
conheço o silêncio da casa decor. se
brilhassem num tom seria negro, insistente...
conheço choro das paredes e sei quando
pestanejam incomensuravelmente.
sei em que cantos te escondes e por
onde me observas. Para. violas-me quando olhas.

gosto quando fica escuro e não me podes
ver. gosto que me vejas distorcida. e conheço
os teus truques. mas prefiro a casa.

conheço as sombras e os seus passos. sei que
se movem entre murmúrios.
conheço os corpos moribundos que escondeste
debaixo da cama decor. têm os braços entrelaçados.
sei que os mataste ontem, ouvi tremores.não é segredo para mim a tua necrofilia.
Gummy

quarta-feira, março 01, 2006

O abraço violento e impiedoso do amor sufoca o meu coração, como um vento, nascido do súbito do alto da montanha, desce as encostas em fúria crescente e se abate sobre a copa em desmaio dos carvalhos!
Safo