Nostalgia

As horas vao passando,os dias,os anos....lembro.me tao bem das tuas palavras,dos momentos que hoje revivo apenas por fotos,das musicas que ainda hoje passam na radio,ou no vinil empoeirado que escondes na velha caixa do sotao...relembro tao bem de sonhar,de ser feliz no sonho de infancia,na vasta criatividade,que hoje se escontra demasiado escondida na minha mente,abafada pela responsabilidade adulta.
e as horas passam....e os dias,e os anos....lembro.me da perda,lembro.me das lagrimas e do choro,e do riso,e do sentimento,lembro.me tao bem...e imploro para que esses dias voltem.aos olhos dos outros continuamos apenas miudos que nada sabem da vida,mas nos proprios sabemos que crescemos e esses miudos que outrora corriam livremente,felizes,talvez loucos...n mais
existem.sendo agora apenas sonhadores perdidos no mundo,pelo menos aqueles que tem ainda alguma fé....pois eu,eu perdi a minha á muito tempo quando os meus olhos te viram partir.



para: Igor Ferreira,por me mandar improvisar sobre o tema "nostalgia" as 3.30 da madrugada

You know...

you know
it wont happen again
you know
its time to choose your path
cause...in the end you know
you know we wont end up together
you know its time to leave
its time to breath
its time to live
without the height of the world

you know
you know
i wont forget
cause you know
you know
i wont fogive
you know
you know
I wont regret
cause everytime
it delays
it smothers me again

(Im)perfection

do we,human beings love the failure so much?
why do we dream of things we are not alowed to have? a perfect soul,a perfect body,a perfect life,a painless love?
cant we just admite we are doomed to fail?to look back and sigh,and cry,and just ask why everythign happened that way?why cant we be perfect?why cant everything to right and straight or once?
cause failure make us who we are,cause imperfection make us unique,sometimes rejected,but still unique.everytimes you fail you fall,everytimes you fall you get damaged,everytime you get damaged you get up and go on,or you end up rotting and dying,and you aint worth anythign dead.
you have friends,family,lovers...but what happens when you are alone,and there is no one to help you up and no one to tell you everything is goign to be ok?when the only perfection on your life vanishes,you feel your insides dying,but souless you go on until the day you drive a bullet into your skull,trespassing your brain...and in a violently way you end all your problems,all the inperfection,all the frustation,all the regetion...
but is it worth?
I thank every and each one of you there were there...to help me grow,to help me feel,to help trust,all the ones that didnt stab me in the back,and I know that to count them I use the fingers in my left hand...the only unperfect people that could really find beauty in mistakes,could see the happiness even when everyting goes down the sink,people that can read my messed up head like and open book once they look into my brown eyes....thank you for making me enjoy evey mistake,every pain,every song,every touch,every picture,every word...without hopping any perfection in it.

Sanity

Im losing my sanity, sitting alone on the edge of my mind....Talking to no one but myself, as the night comes closer.Letting the cold rain hit my head...Hopping that it cleans me away from my sins...

Addictions

Another pain
Another close sight
Under the silente rain

Just a drink
Just a talk
No harm done

A cold room
Another glasse
Another rail
Another fuck

No love
Just pain
Not racional
Just a primal game

You love the sin
But you want the sinner
Even if you know
It doesnt mean a thing

Just another rail
Just another fuck
Just another senselless feeling

Once more
A cold room
An empty bed

The feeling goes
The pain stays
Just another dream
Consumed by the extasy

The Curse Parte 2

"come on Hunter" a red haired girl said calmly "is going to start raining anytime soon",she said letting her hand out to help him get up.The icy blue eyes of the ferousious human shinned a little,for the first time in a very long period,and slowly nooded taking her hand and getting up easily,his big wounded hand taking hers for a little more than necessary...
"I cant...I cant"he repeated those words in his head "even under the sun light Im still a murderer...".
Iris was the name of the red haired skinny english girl,that had been Hunter's friend,the only person he always felt like he could trust her everything,everything but the curse he hold for years.
He walked with her inside,throwing his cigarrete away,his soft eyes looked up at the foggy sky seconds before walking inside,remembering about last night,the blood,the pain,the screams...He could remember the change,his bones deforming into claws and fangs,his sking being ripped and burst apart,into shreds...the fear in the eyes of the inocents,and then.....blood....blood everywhere,lifeless bodies on the floor with their insides ripped apart...
All this memories scared him,hauted him,making him fear all the night with the great silver eye shinned full on the sky.
Once inside the classe,ignoring as usual,he just turned his ipod on,started doodling some of the sceens from last night,trying to calm down as he heared "dead boy's poem" from Nightwish.Iris was sat beside him slowly moving to touch his arm "Hunter you should pay some attention..." she whispered,he looked at her and sigh "Im not felling so good..." "you always say that...Im starting to worry about you..." her blue eyes meet his "...You always look....like...you are in pain...",Hunter once more sigh and moved to his draw again.Iris moved her hand to take the silver necklasse Hunter had given her years ago.
Hours later,the wolf boy was back home,locking himself on the room,laid on the cold,red floor,his suddently his eyes shoot open,as his sensitive ears catched up a little yell miles away from there,a sound of terror "Iris..." he whispered as he jumped down from his room's window the fast he could and ran out.
He ran fast,like a wild animal towards the place where he heared the scream,pushing people on the crowd,until he finally got the dark halley,in a foggy old part of town,where he saw the half naked girl pinned against the wall.his breath changed,his eyes turned wild and full with hate again as he jumped to the man agaisnt her,throwing him down violently,his feral rage flowing inside him,as he punched the man hardly.Iris fell to the floor,trying to cover herself and curled up a bit for protection.
"Dont you touch her again!you son of a bitch!" he growled loudly,his face and hands here now covered with the others blood."H-Hunter...please stop..." she whispered scared never seeing the man acting that way.the other on the floor,bloken nose and teeth,swallon eyes,bruises everywhere,finding hard to breath,but he never stopped,until "Hunter please you are killing him!"she yelled with tears rannign down her face

Memories...

Sometimes I feel down....I feel like to cry alone,my hands over my messed head,affraid to forget...Todaw I just fell like scream it out....with words only we understand...not words of hate,words of despair....Cause I know...that after all this time you are still able to hear the wolf crying in the dark of night....Did everythign meant only dust to you?where your words true?did you really felt all the kind words you saying in that night where I fell asleep hearing the rythm of your heart?
Cause if you changed,I did to,from a dreamer to a dreamless....
Make a choise.....But take your time,cause Im only dying....

Lovesong

However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you


Lovesong by The Cure

Say GoodBye...

say good bye...
just leave me here
and sleep tight
when I cry under the cold rain

your cursed words
burning over my chest
like a plage I cant tame
like a felling I cant blame

say good bye...
say you arent mine no more
say your words were lies
say your hands were just spies...

The End

Now that you lay there,
pale and naked,
on the floor,
your snow white skin,is stinged with blood

the blood that once ran on my veins,
on my heart,
that you ripped out,
a long time ago

your blue eyes,
stare blankly at a murder
and the bloody axe is carved on the floor next to you

do you fell it?
can you see it?
will you hear it?
no no!

its the end of the...Line!
the end of the time,
the end for us
the end of trust!

those brown eyes,
turn red,
not from guilt,
just from pain...

those memories hurt,
those memories kill,
"and they wont go away"
she whispers in an old astonishing pain...

Cant Say It

I wanna get ill
I wanna get sick
I wanna get almost dead
...For you

This message burns throught my throat
I Can't say it I Can't say it

I Wanna touch
I Wanna Dance
I Want you here
I want you bad

Why would you love someone… if it doesn't love you back
I Can't say it I Can't say it

Ill me
Cure me
Kill me
Save me!

Save me from the death


My chest bumps with this words
Making my bones crush
Making my sweat ran
Making my nerves jump

Save me Save me From Death

Ill me
Cure me
Kill me
Save me

Take my limo feel my lust i would give you eternity but you can't feel my touch


ll me
Cure me
Kill me
Save me from death


Save me from death….

The Curse I

“I am the cursed one…” he whispers through the growls of pain that echo through the silent night, skin being ripped apart by his own claws giving birth to a dense black fur, covering all of his body. His eyes, icy blue eyes, are the only thing reminding his humanity, now that he is nothing more than a beast running over the dark fields under the great silver eye. An endless torment until the break of a new dawn.

In the morning, the beast had become once more just a man, laid down, naked and bloody on the floor of his bedroom, dreaming…As if a murder could dream… The room where he stands, living alone, was covered with old pictures, blood and shards of a broken window . “Shit…” he whispers waking up to his real nightmare. He looks down at his body, looking at the new open wounds and taking off some pieces of glass from them, slowly getting up and walking to the shower, letting the hot water fall down on him, in his mind trying to run away from the horrible memories from last night. With his eyes closed, listening to the water drops , as his right hand lifts up, his fingers slowly tracing the lines of his curse mark, a iron burned mark, similar to a wolf’s head howling carved over his chest, while sadly whispering “I shall forever be…the cursed one…”. After some minutes, he walks out of the shower, picking up his usual black clothes and dragging himself to college, his headphones stuck on his ears trying to free his mind from the physical and mental pain.

Wolf, Hunter Wolf was the name of the 19years old young lad… A tall and strong man, black hair and beard, his torso and arms almost fully tattooed trying to hid the bigger physical scars… Art student at college and cursed by every full moon nights since the age of 17…

When getting to college, he sat down under an old tree lighting up his cigarette, taking a deep drag, letting the back of his head go against the tree, closing his blue eyes as the smoke slowly abandoned his nose. The sky was grey, no sun, looking like there was going to start raining anytime soon, no one on the street but him. Seconds later he felt a soft touch over his shoulder, and he opened his eyes looking around for something or someone “Hunter, let’s go inside…is gonna start raining soon” a soft voice said as he smiled gently at the other.