Monday, August 23, 2010

1+1=1

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

Sunday, August 08, 2010

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