domingo, 25 de março de 2012

When Spring Comes ♪

When Spring Comes ♫


Since that moment we said good bye
I stayed like, sleeping so deep inside of me
Oh, there was so cold
That my heart just froze
And I was used to ignore all the others feelings

I was living in a winter
I was afraid to run away
Right there, inside of me, I was feeling safe
You couldn’t enter once again
No one could even enter
I locked my pain on me to froze as happend to my heart
But when spring comes, everything’s gonna melt away
And then you’re gonna know, that I’m finally crying for you baby

It took a long, but I could support
Baby tell me, how could you do this to me?
Do you know how much hurts to froze a broken heart?
I almost couldn’t get this
But now that spring is comming on me
I just want to feel the melted ice flowing quickly
To clean me of what’s left of you, cause’
These new flowers are gonna make me remind about everything we were
But are these one who will make me forget this love
Baby, I really didn’t want but you’re getting out of me
But as I hadn’t choose neither at the first time,  
I’m gonna let you go to never come back
Ignore if you see me crying
It’s because hurts a lil’ bit to return of a near death

But I want you to know
That I really loved you
I’m gonna stay here
Watching you to go
Fading away, geting out of me
You were a perfect example of lesson learned
So anyway, thank you, for had been that worst type of love
And after this you’ll never see me again
Because now, it’s for real
You really lost a friend

It took a long, but I could support
Baby tell me, how could you do this to me?
Do you know how much hurts to froze a broken heart?
I almost couldn’t get this
But now that spring is comming on me
I just want to feel the melted ice flowing quickly
To clean me of what’s left of you, cause’
These new flowers are gonna make me remind about everything we were
But are these one who will make me forget this love
Baby, I really didn’t want but you’re getting out of me
But as I hadn’t choose neither at the first time, 
I’m gonna let you go to never come back
Ignore if you see me crying
It’s because hurts a lil’ bit to return of a near death

(Written by me)

quinta-feira, 22 de março de 2012

So far away from me ♪

So far away from me ♫


It’s because I said that I wouldn’t give in to Love again
But here I am
Keep trying to understand
I had promised to myself that I wouldn’t love anymore
I would close the door
And choose a person to in

But I broke what I said, and let you in and I gave you my heart
And for the first moments you cared it so well
But now you are so far away
And I’m so lonely of a way that I’ve never felt

I gave you my heart all patched
It was vitamins and secure
Strong and afraid
You care it on and put it so high
It feels like the best moment of life
But you let it alone and leave
I gave you my heart very well
And look how you returned it to me
It’s not cool baby, it doesn’t cry it melts
It’s disintegrating, it’s hurting
But isn’t you that is suffering
So it’s ok
I’m gonna recover my stability for the last time
Looking to you and say, good bye

You can’t even imagine how much it will hurt
Because what I have inside is a true love
But you wanna be far away from us
You are avoiding, slipping away
I won’t oblige you nothing baby
If it’s only me that want to stay sorry, I see you later!
I hope that this ‘’later’’ takes a long time
Because it’s gonna be so hard, take you out of my mind


I gave you my heart all patched
It was vitamins and secure
Strong and afraid
You care it on and put it so high
It feels like the best moment of life
But you let it alone and leave
I gave you my heart very well
And look how you returned it to me
It’s not cool baby, it doesn’t cry it melts
It’s disintegrating, it’s hurting
But isn’t you that is suffering
So it’s ok
I’m gonna recover my stability for the last time
Looking to you and say, good bye

terça-feira, 20 de março de 2012

desabafo

Você, aquela pessoa que se julga tão ''tão'' em relação aos outros, eu sinto pena de ti. Você, novamente, aquela pessoa, que subestima fatos e contesta até mesmo as verdades, ainda sinto pena, muita pena de ti. Você, (mas, você de novo?) aquela pessoa, ''grande pessoa'', que delimita e determina o próximo de acordo com o que tua opinião medíocre condiz. Você, pobre você mesma, triste pessoa, fala dos outros por não ter coragem de falar de ti. Você, sim, você não é nada além de você mesmo, e isso é uma pena, e que aumenta ainda mais a minha pena de ti.

terça-feira, 6 de março de 2012

You miss a part of me ♪

You miss a part of me ♫


Baby I miss somebody next to me as you used to
I miss somebody to call ‘’my love’’ and hear it back soon
But I didn’t say that I missed you
I just want to remind that one day I was able to make someone fall in love for me
As I thought you did

Now I don’t care if you never loved me
The only thing I feel bad is to be exchanged one more time
For a person, that guy, that you know that isn’t better than me
But I need to accept that
There’s people that like bad things

You haven’t right to tell those things about me
We know the lies, but I’m gonna ignore it
I know somehow you miss a part of me
Baby, baby, baby, baby I don’t know if you know but you can get it
Call me
And you’re gonna hear a voice
Of a toy you’re enough to play
Sit down right here and confess
You’d never let to like this game
You’re addicted on my taste    

I don’t miss anything on you
Everything you get, I can find in some square free too
I just ask you to stop the lies about me
Telling to others, that I cried asking you to stay here
Baby you’re wrong, I almost cried to ask you to go away,
Praying for you find a new relationship

I heard you found, you’re married now
And I wish you well
You just lie to keep me alive on you
And somehow it compensates what you miss on me
Baby, or you let me go, or you come on
And take it

You haven’t right to tell those things about me
We know the lies, but I’m gonna ignore it
I know somehow you miss a part of me
Baby, baby, baby, baby I don’t know if you know but you can get it
Call me
And you’re gonna hear a voice
Of a toy you’re enough to play
Sit down right here and confess
You’d never let to like this game
You’re addicted on my taste    


(ps. written by me)

sexta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2012

Make my heart beats again ♫

Make my heart beats again ♪



Can you realize, the way I feel inside?
If you can’t clearly,
So just look too deep in my eyes
I disguise my sadness in each smile
And the silence that you hear,
You should know that inside of me
It’s harder to support
More than just a broken heart
Is hurting here

Accumulated so many things
And they still break me down
I’m really, really afraid
You should know how,
To make me recover
Who I am
I know it’s not over
You gonna have the best I can, but

I’m lost, come rescue me
Cold or hot, strong or weak
Enclose the intensity
I know that your love, is the only medicine
Put it in my vein
Hug, kiss and love me baby
Make my heart beats again
I wanna see Hummingbirds flying away
Butterflies up high, coloring my day
God, the Sun and clouds
Over me
And just love, your love, our love
Living it

Make my heart beats again
You’re the only one, who can


Even it’s being hard to me
I wanna live it
Just promises please, you won’t use me
Not even break my heart
Cause if it’s being broken one more time
It’s not even a matter of support or not
Is that, when I love, I gave to my lover, my life

I’m lost, come rescue me
Cold or hot, strong or weak
Enclose the intensity
I know that your love, is the only medicine
Put it in my vein
Hug, kiss and love me baby
Make my heart beats again
I wanna see Hummingbirds flying away
Butterflies up high, coloring my day
God, the Sun and clouds
Over me
And just love, your love, our love
Living it

(ps. written by me)

quinta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2012

Take the wind.

Take the wind.

I look at the mirror and I don’t recognize that one who were used to laugh of loneliness, for don’t recognize it in his world, fantasies world (life’s pats).
I oppened the door and allowed  tha some many things came in, including you, this new me.
I was hurry , fear and distress. I didn’t like of what I felt, so then, I started to fly through winds’ rythm.
I went up, down... I scattered and refreshed warms... I put out the candles and helped to send wishes. I did storms and changed intensities ( of the waters that fall down). I was living.
Nothing was able to hold me, I was too self-sufficient ; I breathed myself, I absorbed myself,  I spread myself, I interfered myself.
I didn’t find a wall that could stop me, I just found vanes to entertain me (hurts too much surround through these poorly done vanes)... I cut myself by paper what for me, it’s one of the worst types of cuts; small, it’s almost insignificant, but it’s too deep and it’s unforgettable when it’s still is opened.
I enjoyed this time of my life and tried to come closer of God, but, I realized that space is vacuum, I wouldn’t  get come closer (I’m not worthy).
The mirror reflects , in fact, a rainbow, that from the holy hopeful light and the water tha came down of my eyes, formed.
It’s when I stoped and peel off. I broke up with loneliness and wind, now I live by thoughts.
It was good and I learned.  Now I follow this colorful bow that, for me, means the sadness in the sky.
I hope that when I come to the end I can take the treasure, whatever it be.

Tempo, ele sabe o quanto ainda te resta.

Tempo, ele sabe o quanto ainda te resta.

Angustiantemente torturador, eu não consigo decifrar o que sinto. Um coquetel de decepções, com a ressaca já inclusa. Frustrações em doses cavalares, correm seu curso desenfreadamente. Apenas não entendo, ou tenho medo, medo de entender.
Culpar? Culpar quem? Pra que culpar? O que é culpar? Passar a responsabilidade da incapacidade para outro, é estar culpando. Não há como honrar algo assim.
A dor refletida no olhar, abraça os demais sentimentos, inibe o poder dos ventos, ventos os quais poderiam mudar-me de rumo, até podem ainda, se eu não estivesse morrendo por dentro.
O vento sopra, eu não entendo. O fogo é apagado, enquanto não aproveito o oxigênio para ascender a fogueira e causar um incêndio de felicidade. Eu me privo, eu me apago, não me queimo, não exalo... deixo ir, e tudo vira fumaça.
A fumaça esbranquiçada atrapalha a visão, perdi a noção, quem sou eu agora? Para onde vou, tenho mesmo que ir? 
Quero paz, quero depender de mim, quero ser obrigado a aceitar qualquer fonte para manter a chama acesa, ou talvez quem sabe, ascendê-la.  Dar valor.
Iria para o sul, mas acho muito profundo, idealizo o norte, sigo firme e forte, idealizando um método de ser feliz.
Sorrir não quer dizer felicidade, talvez porque felicidade, seja apenas um conceito fora do comum, uma utopia. Fora da tristeza, angústia, frustrações... felicidade, te busco ainda, ainda te quero!
Conceito ou conspiração, não importa o que é, o que eu quero é ser feliz, revolucionando ou aceitando teorias.
As lágrimas serão bem-vindas, pois, são filhas pródigas, ao nascer já tive que aceitar a relação entre a gente.
Quero ser feliz, quero ser triste, quero viver. Equilíbrio, o que for. Quero reconhecimento, descobrir algum talento que valha a pena investir.
Jogar sonhos ao vento e ter fé para poder vê-los um dia. Tê-los um dia, vivê-los um dia. Um dia pode ser amanhã, como um dia pode ser uma vida, seja minha, seja sua. Eu quero, eu sou, eu posso, eu vou. 
Tenho lápis, papel, espaço e criatividade. Tempo? Tempo a gente inventa, promete à angústia um pouquinho e já tem o dia livre para criar, seja um sonho ou um ideal. Faça sem medo, sem ponderação, dê tudo de si, para receber tudo para si. Caso não seja reconhecido, caso você se sinta prejudicado, calma, um dos lados ainda perceberá. Talvez o seu, talvez o outro, mas lhe garanto, tudo ficará bem.
Como posso provar? Ou até mesmo garantir? Olha,  não posso, só quero viver assim, se as coisas não dependessem de reconhecimento, não haveria mais de uma pessoa viva. Faça o bastante, sinta-se no prejuízo. É lucro certo, percebi isso.
Segurei o máximo que pude, recebi o mínimo possível.
Resultado vem, sempre. Seja por mérito de caráter ou por mérito de cordeiro fiel.
Siga as regras, seja exemplar como nas teorias e viva a vida que tanto tentam arrumar.
Não estou aconselhando ser fora da lei, e sim, fora dos conceitos. Faça o bem, queira o bem, cobre o bem. Busque o real valor, o seu princípio. Plante e colha, mas plante muito, que seja coisa boa.
Não deixe para amanhã, comece agora, porque o tempo? Esse sim não tem o que perder, e voa, te deixa para trás. Ele não te perde, você quem perde muito dele. Ele tem que seguir, ele é o único que repete modificando, seja o olhar, o sorriso, a intenção ou o propósito. Ele muda. O tempo reconhece o tempo que você tem, mas não desperdice, ele não volta para ninguém

quarta-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2012

'' Dear Heloise: ''

Dear Heloise:





The idea of a bouquet of flowers faded, as the fire that I'd saved for the weekend of that month that is so special to me. The pebbles I threw at the windows, suddenly some of them, came back and poke me reminding me how foolish I was to have let them set aside to scratch my road with coal ... coals make dirty stains, but only the stones leave the scars that need ...

You left marks on me, traumas. Only.

It wasn’t what I was looking, but the rush I had to slip away of my problems resulted in our meeting, so no chance, no way, no whys...

The worse thing is that the stain of coal is boring to clean, it looks like pervades ... seems that passes through the skin and crusting in the soul, because, as much I've cleaned me of you, of your poison I’m not still able to escape ...

I want to get you of me ... I want to pull you shaply of my soul, get out dirty stain, get out dark part.


You evolved of dust for a coal, but as rock I’ll never let you to become in me.
A scar you’d never cause on me, you're just this impregnation that makes me sick.
Too bad it did me well, too bad that the fire is over.
Now I see you as embers off, which I want to step to remember the pain you used to cause.


As much as I have allowed, I liked it.
The flowers wilted, the candles turned into wax, the short fuse (of infinity it’s alive by faith), the tears dried up, the clock never stopped ... all came to an end, but even so, I still can’t get this stain you left on me.