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segunda-feira, 22 de novembro de 2010

Three Letters


I protect every sound
The ups and downs of tongue
It's arrogant pronounce
Confortably disturbing in home

And everytime I remember the actuals facts
I wish I could build my own truth
Unchanging, extremely effective
And warmly protecting too

I gave up from saving their lines
Once someone else is spelling'em out loud
I'd never believe someday I would be
So hesitating in just saying
That three stupid letters again

Then how to read the morning headlines
When details leads to a personal decline
To measure the mistake is not usual anymore
Let it go on like it did so many times before

Here, darkness never was so sure
So safe, as soft as ignorance is sometimes
For all those who knows the cure
Allowing what they call peaceful mind
(The prettiest lie)

I gave up from keeping their lines
Once someone else is screaming'em out loud
I'd never believe someday I could be
So resistant in condescend
To that three stupid letters again

Far, cry, die
For, not, got
Too, you

sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010

Dear John

Dear John, look at me
I won't tell my friends
Stupid friends and lovers
This look is just another
As tongues and hands
Though is much more than this

Dear John, your case is dark
Room full of summers and springs
Colorful sadness and passion
A happy meaning for deception
That's all your love brings
Which I take very good care

Your bright eyes
Your charming lips
Your sweet cries
Your soft skin
A wonderland

Dear John, tell me
Go take my heart back
It's a fact you're doomed
Slow dancing on the ashes of the room
Listening to what we have not said

Your dark hair
Your red cheeks
Your strong backs
Your soft hips

I long for you to stay here
Surviving in my atmosphere
Wherever you go, you say
For the chase or the embrace
You would be...

sábado, 13 de novembro de 2010

Turn it Off

I said I can't cease
Your seventeen years old pain
Or put illusion at ease
And make the way of your hands
You're becoming like
Every million years old sea
A every second landslide
Above things you'll ever be blind to see
Your will is not my choice
And my answer is only mine
My unfortune echoing voice
Or the trigger pulled right

I'm strong and breathing
Unbelievable inflectiving
Ultimately sceptical
Extremamely up
Happily down
The end is lost
So why can't I turn it off?

I said I won't enjoy
Your threated days of grace
Or pretend the joy
Of being buried in selfish daze
You're not the feel
Just the vibrations in my paper wall
The sweetest kind of fuel
Always likely to fulfill times like now

I'm clear and determinated
Sometimes even overrated
Undoubtedly aware
So condescendent
Adaptable to anywhere
Nothing to die for or of
So why can't I turn it off?

So what to do
With low notes sounding
like a hurricane?
So what to do
When you can't turn it off?