Shiva

I was the one pulled towards law and woe
With all my bents and instinct in the rough
Right where I'm forked into passion and light

Reborn and rebuilt with steel intents
Couldn't help bless and curse split and die
So I forget the time that no longer belongs to me

But in there we always find true death

Rough to delicate
Thirst and wisdom separates
The devil and deaths are mine
I don't renounce or repent
From the force I'm given
The devil and deaths are mine
As an ending or beginning, I persevere
In a truth that witnesses me

I was the one undressed from reason and right
And what's mine now marches on it's own alight
So you can borrow or steal the faith I don't feel

I'm not immune, spared, or unscathed
But I don't need a lie to be saved
And I'll land back towards arrival resides

But in there we always find true death

Make me one again, make me float against
and towards a higher ground
You torn me apart with my devotion

Something In The Wind

I picked myself up again and it
remained uncertain as it has always been
As my skin felt tense when you breathed out
I was small and needing to be found
And all I wanted was to break myself open

We're slow dancing the last song playing
And don't we love it when we hear it
We saw the truth and sour in raw silence
With strenght and violence 'til we were blind

And there were something in the wind
That broke our bonds and burst our doors
That got me heavily challenged and unheard
Something that stole my voice and my scene
Yes, there were something in the wind

I wasted welcomes and all veils
as you tossed prayers and cliches through
And if they were true I'll never know
Though I can certainly see my words justified
And the right spot where your love lies

And there were something in the wind
That wore out our hearts and our beliefs
That got us flooded and made a sea of me
Something that changed who I've been
Yes, there were something in the wind

And even though every cell of myself screams
To bring what it could've been instead
My steps took me where I know myself
And then I go

Seasick

Toss me a ceiling as my mind betrays me
I try to set pointers in a timeless useless space
Our faults and fights seems to float and mix
While a last kiss shall give up and fade

Honey, tell me
If I pray to heaven above
will it pull me up to breathe again?

Before he left stodly he said to me
"Learn to swim, girl, grow some wings"
Grow some gills and eat your soul and feels"
But silence ate the time that I can't kill
And water ate the tears that I can't cry

I had enough of faith
I can't have no more
I had enough of time
I can't have no more
I had enough of fire
I can't have no more
I had enough of air
I can't have no more

Would it be surprising if we know we're dying?
Would it matter if we know it's getting dark outside?
Would it matter if it'd start to rain?

Butterfly

Then I might spread what is my own
And embrace the warmth when it comes
It's my curse, my bonfire, my kindness act
It's the other face I give to the words I said
Then I'm flesh until I'm a fucking hurricane

A long way from dust and in dust I am again
For my heart is limited and won't be set free
Inside of what are my vices and my strengths 
Though I can only wish to fly out of a memory

Waterfall of luck
Honey from a butterfly
Flapping wings through a meteor shower
Caught in a frost hour and justified
Handfull of pollen
Ghost of a butterfly
Keeping winds and rains for dried grounds
I'll fly towards the sun and lands beyond
To never return

So I gather these sands on my acre of moon
And forge my wills of escape to deeper glooms
It's my build, my reverance to my eager routines
That feeds drifts and dysfunctional doctrines

All I can do is undo myself
'Cause I can't grow a small faith
I can't put god in anybody's feet
But while you're eating words and seeds
I have been painting daisies on my weeds

No, I won't stay
Almost untouched, almost arrived
Almost loved, almost translated
Almost imaculated, almost above

Playlist - Março

1.In This Moment - Blood
2.Nine Inch Nails - Starfuckers
3.Tori Amos - Liquid Diamonds
4.Antony & The Johnsons - River of Sorrow
5.Pink Floyd - Hey You
6.Jay Vaquer - Você Não Me Conhece
7.Fiona Apple - Dull Tool
8.Bjork - Unravel
9.Lana del Rey - Carmen
10.Garbage - Stupid Girl

Supernova

No adoration got acquainted with rue
But it sure tastes like something borrowed, yet fresh
A body faster than mind, I don't fear your inevitable

In unquiet redemption, all my will is still true
And the only concrete thing that's left of me
Brought up to higher heavens to know my seed
Has deserted a last piece of ground under my feet

I had to float through
I had to billow out
I had to die that little
And so I did

If I can't choose between flesh and light
And I can only survive in a heavy breath
And in these silent cries for help
If the sound of hurricanes and small prayers
In large layers covers everything I see
Hope burned in every shot
Belied in every death

I took my miracles where I could get them
Right when whispers and praisers became unheard
So I thought about drinking heaven for the last time
To know how fast loss can be drained back into light

I had to brutally unravel
I had to let senses go
I had to die just that little
And so I did

Evasão

Eu só queria que ventasse. Que as janelas batessem, as cortinas voassem, que entrasse chuva ácida no piso impecavelmente encerado, mas não sei nem se tem piso. Eu também não tenho pernas, de qualquer forma. Às vezes não tenho nem mesmo a mim. Arcar com a impotência do avesso do tão chamado senso comum é a punição por hora. Ou se faz um degrau, ou se faz um declínio.

Eu queria que a vidraça partisse em estilhaços e permitisse que o ar escapasse igual bicho, implacável e veloz. Se espalhasse em um contágio imediato, que pudesse ser ouvido a 7 mil quilômetros, ainda que só suspiro. Eu sei que é vontade de surgimento, de um delinear de formas claras, formas amplas. Formas que não se dissolvessem em mera conveniência. Eu estou louca? Não posso estar. Posso?

Eu sempre soube que o silêncio viria com a escuridão e que a escuridão viria. Sou guiada por sons agora. Deixo que a minha mudez se permita e ela se permite mais do que se fosse dilacerada e já tem muita coisa dilacerada pelo caminho. Tanta coisa. Tantos pedaços tão disformes que ninguém mais sabe onde se encaixava, dá pra acreditar? É o que muita gente ainda está tentando fazer. Bem difícil isso, aliás.

Não, ninguém sabe o peso de mais nada e está tudo bem por enquanto. Acho que é isso que está fazendo tudo prosseguir. O peso das coisas que ninguém tem coragem nem de pensar em carregar. É errado, não é direito de ninguém, apesar de lhe ter sido depositado uma vez. Não, não foi só dado, foi empurrado goela abaixo, e é isso que impermeabiliza os conceitos que todo mundo cria secretamente. Cavalo dado não se olha os dentes. Aliás, o cavalo lhe foi dado para que o deixe cavalgar livremente, ainda que ele lhe pisoteie, ele não sabe o que faz. Oh, sim.

Eu queria que as portas se abrissem, fossem arrombadas de voar a maçaneta na cara de quem está tentando fechar. Do que você quer se livrar? Do mundo lá fora? Acho que todo mundo gostaria, mas a gente aprende que não é assim ainda na escola. Agora faltar um dia é pular um século. Quer pular um século, mas poucos vivem um século para conseguirem viver no dia depois. E desse jeito nem deve ter muita graça.

Eu queria que o céu despencasse de onde foi colocado para pairar sem graça acima de abnegação. Eu queria que o céu despencasse em cada cabeça que se ache no direito de exigir que ele continue pairando sem graça sob a escassez.