For All The Things In The World

Someday like tomorrow
Beyond the pure surface of abstention
Apart from any raging trigger
Apart from any waiver acusation
Some time like next week
A plan subtly unplanned
A hell of scare to go back to me
For my acceptance to not complain

You can submerge from the diving
You can rescue your words from the silencing
You can reseam your wrists and clothes
And breathe for all the things in the world

A day just like today
So much begs to be released this time

Beyond the efforts to badly unravel it 

Beyond the whole haunted world inside

Some days like forever

The courage will keep on stretching itself

To center me back from the edge

Peacefully like silence

Uncompromisingly like a dance

Flawlessly and without a trace 

Nota

O mal pelo mal. Para o mal. O sofrimento pelo sofrimento, para o sofrimento. O bem pelo bem, por bem para o bem. Não faz sentido. É preciso uma razão. É preciso um chão. Um caminho, um canal. Um porque. É preciso um gatilho para a bala disparar quente. Ou a pele dilacerada é apenas aquilo que o é. O alvo é apenas o círculo vermelho na parede. Eu tenho uma máquina no meu crânio, ainda que incapaz. Não levá-la a lugar algum é indisponibilizá-la voluntariamente. É desperdiçá-la. Eu preciso de um porque. Uma razão. Você também precisa. De onde vem, pra onde vai. Você não se pergunta? É melhor se perguntar.

Around You

It's truth
We're all fading front of our vanity's eyes
And it's truth
Our weakness is their gun for easy-made lies

Xadrez

Então qual escolha seria
Até o fim dos dias
Até o fim da casa
Para janelas e portas fechadas
A tua mão é falha
O passo e o tiro no chão
Fim de cada precipício
Aqueles que nos dá a mão

A paixão definha
Teu movimento, uma nova corrosão
O braço que se desfez
Numa guerra de xadrez

Pra que uma promessa
Para a rainha engatilhada?
Teu olhar passa incerto
Como um blefe em céu eterno
O dia que virá agora
Na hora em que tiver que ser
Teu amor é uma mentira
Até a hora que o choro ceder

Eu não contarei com a tua face agora
A máquina da próxima jogada
Emboscada para morrer de amor

A paixão definha
Teu movimento, minha nova corrosão
Lapso de razão que se vai pela margem
Então

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

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...

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?