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Falamos a mesma língua
Em gestos e sílabas únicas
Que se descolam das nossas retinas
Secas pelo vento que nos une
Somos estrangeiros no mesmo país
Do berço dos sem terra
Pertencemos ao mundo
Sem que nada nos pertença
Somos únicos em assombrações descoloridas
De impérios destronados dos sem nome
Ambos sabemos quem somos
Loucos da realidade paralela do sentir
Autómatos da dispersão vaga
Estranhos conhecemo-nos à tanto tempo
Ambos sabemos
Ambos sabemos quem somos
Estrangeiros do berço sem terra
Ambos sabemos.

9Abril2010

A dream.... U

There are mistery in your words
Words with no sound at all
Tears apart
Crying a lullaby
There are anger in your eyes
Cristal black eyes shinning
Like a moon overflow
Lonely like a dead child
There are strangeness in your soul
Dark creepy horror soul
In a fantasmagoric show room locked
Demons laughing inside
There are you
There is you
Dark stranger handicap lost
Running through shadows
You are the shadow
Fulminated by weakness
Of your bloody body into pieces
Raining days in summer nights
Lighting a stage of squelletons
Your death in life.

11Maio2010

Poem made song or reverse

I’m so pissed

what will i do?

i’m too full of rage

emptyness dull

my head will blow

don’t excuse

i’m so pissed

what will i do?

you thought you were right

in your silly way to love

i am crying inside

until my heart explode in blood torment

think a little bit

try

think for a while

i’m too full of rage

emptyness dull

too lost inside

adittion

my adittion

i’m so pissed

what will i do?

wanna be inside

wanna feel you

your touch your mind

feel your words

full of significance

believe you

i tryed

can’t get through

i’m so pissed

what will i do?

lost you

inside

Saidyou

Said your worst fault was innocence

innocent things are the worst

perversions of the underworld

told me a secret that you never had

to join black and white in one colour

said that it will not gonna be possible

i have no sorrow

last things

simple things

gonna be better someday

when i gonna away

with my fear underneath my soul.

Misery

Gota a gota

escapa-se-me por entre a fresta da janela

entreaberta no ar que vagueia

gota a gota

vais preenchendo o teu destino

sem rumo

ou norte ou sul

este ou oeste

na bússula do tempo

gota a gota

vais enchendo o copo de cristal

impuro

do líquido fulminante que te leva à loucura

ácido sulfúrico corroendo as veias

do teu pensamento

célula a célula

rejubilando no orgulho da morte

gota a gota

trago a trago

gota a gota

e o chão a pulsar de vida

a morte a saltar à corda

no jardim abandonado que cuidaste

para te perderes aconchegado nas folhas secas

da razão