terça-feira, 26 de junho de 2007

Ida na tentativa de (te)encontrar(-me)


Trying to find some peace of mind
Don´t know if you´re by my side

A lonely sidewalk in my way
May tell me if i´m just a delay


domingo, 24 de junho de 2007

Opposite directions?

Ou se é o núcleo...
Ou se é a fenda...

Collapse the control building a revolution

You said I could never find a way to ease your mind
But where I go you wind up in the dust
(I tried so hard to have you reach another side of me

Instead you went to nowhere and forgot)

So I wander on
Asking where you might have gone
From what I knew before
(Some things are worth fighting for?)
Yeah

(They're calling out)

Some things are worth fighting for

Yeah?

Hands and feet are all alike
_______________________________

But fear between us divide us

sexta-feira, 22 de junho de 2007

Title in progress







Numa
bizarra
tentativa
de
me
perceber

Only he didn't tell anybody, which... well, it's not quite quitting, is he?

This is me with another nervous breakdown
My pressure dropped, this body went with it
Memory fails, I'm feeling claustrophobic
I scream my silent pain in this big plain
There's no one here
Tell me who is there now
Who is there with ____

I'm taking no calls unless it's her voice
I'm seeing no one unless it's her
I open the mailbox every hour
Maybe I'll hit the postman
I want to hear some love words
But not it that dyslexic voice
No I won't tear apart for ____
But I was given no choice

I guess I was trying to keep me alive
But once I was dead there was nothing to do beside
Picking me up and lying me down
Waiting for some angel
To wake me and say to me
"Hello. Don't be scared. I want ___ to know, you're not dead."

Kiss me, is this a dream?
Should I believe it?
Please promise to me that ____________________________

Am I too good for _____, am I just paranoid?
Should I clinical ou should I speak louder?
Maybe I should close my eyes for years
And wait for the strongest feeling
Out of all of the feelings
to raise
from
____.

Am I real? Are ___ real? Is this real? What's real?
Am I real? Are ___ real? Is this real?

Tell me, what's real?

quarta-feira, 20 de junho de 2007

terça-feira, 19 de junho de 2007

Wear suitable protective clothing*

Curvas deslocadas numa ciência exacta
Fazem caras conhecidas, rectas abstractas
Sigo linhas, faço contas
Tudo pela cruz imaculada


(Poor me, I'm floating out to sea
An opportunity that went bad
Poor you, oh what you gonna do
No what you gonna do?

Oh, you always come undone
Try into the sun, you don't know why
Poor you, I know what you gonna do
Come on love I'll see it through, I don't know why

I hear you come nearer
I hear you but I don't understand
I hear you come nearer
I hear you but I don't understand)

X&Y

B6

Acordo de noite, muito de noite, no silêncio todo.
(São quatro horas de tardar o dia.)
Abro a janela
E, de repente. Humano,
O quadrado com cruz de uma janela iluminada!
Fraternidade na noite!

Fraternidade involuntária, incógnita na noite!
Estamos ambos despertos e a humanidade é alheia.
Dorme. Nós temos luz.

Quem serás?
Não importa. A noite eterna, informe, infinita,
Só tem, neste lugar, a humanidade das nossas duas janelas,
Neste momento e lugar, ignorando-nos, somos toda a vida.

Sobre o parapeito da janela
Sentindo o húmido da noite o cigarro a que me agarro,
Debruço-me para o infinito e um pouco

Nem corpos vibrando ainda no silêncio definitivo!
Que fazes, camarada, da janela com luz?

domingo, 17 de junho de 2007

In the Top of the Hill

Today we need some GREATNESS



Oh...we need some GREATNESS

"This heart ain´t made of gold"

I don’t know meaning of which words changes with time and place
I don’t know why always I believe still there is time…



Answer won’t come, oh, they´ll come one day

sábado, 16 de junho de 2007


This world is a lonely place
One head, two pillows
Old statues made from the dead
Only noticed by pigeons

When I hung up the phone last night
You just sounded so tired
From all the bastards
That keep bringing you down

So don’t let them hurt you
(They don’t feel like we do)
They hang on to things
They’re puppets with strings
With no one to pull

(So don’t let them push you
Don’t let them use you)
And even if you fall
Just say “fuck them all”

When you hit the floor

This world is a lonely place
One head and two pillows
So you keep remembering yourself
All the good things that you’re missing

I guess when you’re down and out
You just don’t feel the danger
So here they come, There they go,
The bastards once again

So don’t let them hurt you
(They don’t feel like we do)
They hang on to things
They’re puppets with strings
With no one to hurt

So don’t let them push you
Don’t let them use you
And even if you fall
Just say “fuck them all”

So don’t let them hurt you
They don’t feel like we do
They hang on to things
They’re puppets with strings
With no one to pull

So don’t let them push you
Don’t let them use you
Even if you fall
Just say “fuck them all”

When you hit the floor
When you hit the floor



quinta-feira, 14 de junho de 2007

O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço
Não disto nem daquilo,
Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada:
Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo,
Cansaço.

A subtileza das sensações inúteis,
As paixões violentas por coisa nenhuma,
Os amores intensos por o suposto em alguém,
Essas coisas todas
Essas e o que falta nelas eternamente —;
Tudo isso
faz um cansaço,
Este cansaço,
Cansaço.

Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito,
Há sem dúvida quem deseje o impossível,
Há sem dúvida quem não queira nada —
Três tipos de idealistas, e eu nenhum deles:
Porque eu amo infinitamente o finito,
Porque eu desejo impossivelmente o possível,
Porque quero tudo, ou um pouco mais, se puder ser,
Ou até se não puder ser...

E o resultado?
Para eles a vida vivida ou sonhada,
Para eles o sonho sonhado ou vivido,
Para eles a média entre tudo e nada, isto é, isto...
Para mim só um grande, um profundo,
E, ah com que felicidade infecundo, cansaço,
Um supremíssimo cansaço,
Íssimno, íssimo, íssimo,

Cansaço...

quarta-feira, 13 de junho de 2007



All in Black and White

terça-feira, 12 de junho de 2007

Esmurro sem bater...faço sem saber...escrevo para apagar

Estalo por todo o lado sem querer partir...não carrego mais (talvez fique sem sentir)

A inacção é algo (adjectivo)

Alguém que ligue a puta da luz (devagarinho para não se ver)

domingo, 10 de junho de 2007

Let´s do it carpe diem

They say
There is a way
If you believe in something good
It could happen today
And baby
I'm trying hard to sound vague
But can i just hold you in my arms

(I want to give that to you)

sábado, 9 de junho de 2007

Uma parede branca

Uma parede branca para te olhar
Uma parede branca para te empurrar
Uma parede branca para te encostar
Uma parede branca para te

Uma parede branca perdida no fundo
Uma parede branca reflexo de tudo

quinta-feira, 7 de junho de 2007

Tens fios de mais
a prender-te as cordas,
Mas podes vir amanha,
Acreditar no mesmo Deus

Tens riscos demais,
A estragar-te o quadro.
Se queres vir amanha,
Acreditar no mesmo Deus

terça-feira, 5 de junho de 2007



Largaram-me a mil metros do chão
Largaram-me porque me agarrei
Numa alucinação de vida
Que me enchia o coração
E que agora vejo perdida
Num cair que já não sei

segunda-feira, 4 de junho de 2007

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please, please
I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I'm your man

If you want a lover
I'll do anything that you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you



Is there anything we can possibly say?

Tic Tac

I write down all my secrets
But i don't feel self-assured
I swallow them has soon as someone
Enters my bedroom door

There's something I need to say
But I'll wait for you

I'll get rid of the evidence
Of all the blood stains in my clothes
All of my self-injuries
I will let none of them show

There's so many things I need to say
And no one to say them but you

Because you
Take me
Make me
Believe

Ther's a crowd of vultures
That are tightening up the siege
They feed on the random lovers
That fall short on their believes

I wont fall short on my ways
I will cross all these storms through
For you

Because you
Take me
Make me
Believe

There's so many things i need to say
And i´ll keep them until i get them through
To you

Because you
Take me
Make me



Believe...

domingo, 3 de junho de 2007

Por trás destes olhos, hoje não mora ninguém

Por trás destes olhos hoje não mora ninguém
Vejo.me despido de pessoa

Não há unos nem duos, há palavras retratadas
Não há pessoas,não há amantes, só almas abandonadas

As mesas são um palco preparado para um dia esgotado
São de duas, são de quatro, sem número estipulado

Na minha vivem duas, mas por vezes somos três
Aqui vejo tudo pois agora não sou nada
Somente um bocado de carne amarrotada

A vida por um sonho



A vida por um sonho

Pairando sobre a força do éter. Desejo tornado em nome próprio sobre uma metamorfose invisível, agachado na bolha mais forte, no canto mais escuro. Acomodado pelo betão arrogante dou a vida por um sonho