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