sexta-feira, 28 de setembro de 2007

Find me!

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Where there is much light, the shadow is deep




Pedras desgastadas e rachadas

Pontas apagadas ainda a fumegar

Sou eu?


terça-feira, 25 de setembro de 2007

Someone´s up for a hot coco?

Num confundir de desejos acordo vícios. Finjo filtrá-los em rebuscadas máquinas feitas de cartão, entre deslocadas colunas de fumo que queimam. dentro de mim. Ocupo as mãos, desvio olhares, cubro-me de expressões iluminadas enquanto a alma escondida derrete por algo que me proibi.

Neste reino de ninguém, ninguém o reconhece, além da pedra que vive atrás de mim, com ferramentas de artesão, em busca de um suave talhar.

Sweet wrap, covering sweet words

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow.

domingo, 23 de setembro de 2007

sexta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2007

Pus o cano da arma para fora, disparei, mas não tinha intenção de matar ninguém

Largar. O. Vício. Prazer. Vício

Destruir carne, osso ou ouvidos. Todo o consumir doloroso de alarmes vivos, vermelhos cor de pele, chagas acordadas adormecidas pelo massacrar. Vícios. de mentes pesadas. De cabeças inclinadas, fuziladas por olhares que não ferem, enterram-me em incessantes derrocadas. Resoluções sem questões, de dias pensados, projectam-se em cadeiras usadas.

Falta-me a cor de outrora, de mesas sem hora.

"This is what you get, when you mess with us"

terça-feira, 18 de setembro de 2007

I live between the lightning and the thunder

It's the place that's said to break
It's just as safe from the outside tonight
And I warned them
I face the storms at the tides
From the lighthouse

And I warned them
Unleash the storm and the night

Oh...

What do the storms have to say now?
What do the storms have to say now?

Slow down

And let the waves have their way now
Slow, and let the waves have their day
And I warned them
Here I've been living on roofs made from sin
I put an outward, "Begin, begin."
Here I've been lucid I'm living within



The Lighthouse

sexta-feira, 14 de setembro de 2007

























Save some face, you know you've only got one
Change your wings while you're young
Boy, one day you'll be a man
Oh girl, he'll help you understand
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it

And someone is playing a game
In the house that I grew up in

quinta-feira, 6 de setembro de 2007

Sem som. Sem ser o meu, este ruído arrepiante, de facas enraizadas. Na busca de um céu, de mapas sem legendas, procuro um qualquer livro de regras. Tento encontrar por detrás da pesada cortina um reflexo meu, sem armas em riste, sem caras rasgadas. Sem explicações plausíveis, sem barreiras de porquês, um dia completo sem esta amarguez. O refúgio guardado em ruínas ruiu, em brisas demasiado pesadas, em sufoco por não ver. Num ultimo rasgar despejo o que furou, silêncio de demónios num agitar que me tomou.

Sobre algo eu estou, esta eterno atordoar, que sobre mim pousou.

Handling debt to karma
Ending party for a living
Looking backward in the mirror
Playing dead, this may kill you



quarta-feira, 5 de setembro de 2007

I´m scaring everyone away

With guns i´ve never knew
With words i´ve never used

"My beloved reader. Do you know anything about that terrible disease called madness? The deepest wound, sealed on god´s worst experiences, they call it.
A curse only spoken on the bloodiest books, hidden for the painful cures.
No one ever told me how is to be trapped in muscles that are no longer ours, forever property of a nameless devil.
A gentle trembling kidnap his lips as the ugliest evil raises from his soul"

terça-feira, 4 de setembro de 2007

He had a room full of switches and dials and lights and a head full of clouds

Above

I'll turn my back and disappear

If this is it

When all we have and ever will

If this is it

Time is running out and standing still

I'll leave today

I'll fade away

Below

segunda-feira, 3 de setembro de 2007

Never forget something that once made you smile


























Quadros que pareciam mundos, onde o sombrio desconhecido vivia.
Interdito por grossas vozes que agora são as nossas.
Carros a prova de tudo, hoje destruídos.
Já não é tão bom ser do mundo dos crescidos