sexta-feira, 24 de abril de 2009

CrAcKiNg...

Well some people just don't learn...
I guess i'm one of them...

It's a one time thing
It just happens
A lot
Walk with me
And we will see
What we have got
Ah...


I have too much to do,
and I still find the strength to find some more...

My footsteps are ticking
Like water dripping from a tree
Walking a harline
And stepping very carefully
Ah...


I'm truly blind...
or stupid,
or dumb
or a combination of the above...

My heart is broken
It is worn out at the knees
Hearing muffled
Seeing blind
Soon it will hit the Deep Freeze


Because I can't seem to find
a reason to stop messing up,
I can't stop being vulnerable...

And something is cracking
I don't know where
Ice on the sidewalk
Brittle branches
In the air


That's really annoying of me...

The sun
Is blinding
Dizzy golden, dancing green<
Through the park in the afternoon
Wondering where the hell
I have been
Ah...

truly annoying....



But still i can't write...
I have a jumble of emotions inside of me,
but i can't get them out,
I can't explain them by words,
which is also truly annoying...

and it is worst than Barcelona,
because if i had failed there, someone could help me out...
but here...
here the responsibility is on my shoulders...


I truly hate that...

terça-feira, 21 de abril de 2009

If tHERE Is A Rocket tIE Me tO It...

Memories sometimes betray us... and our imagination can also trick us...

Two weeks late like a surplus reprieve
I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve

I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside

at least that's what I hear people saying...
But in the end I think it's ourselves that betray ourselves...

And I knew the beat since it matched your own beat
I still remember it from our chest to chest and feet to feet
The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush
Of ovens, aeroplanes and distant car horns

Our innermost wishes...
those that we don't give away to nobody
(sometimes not even to us...)


A fIRE a Fire, You cAN Only tAKE What yOU Can cARRY
A pulse your pulse, it's the only thing I can remember
I break you don't, I was always set to self destruct though
The fire the fire, it cracks and barks like primal music

Because no matter how strong is our logical thinking,
no matter how moral we are...

There always a crack in the wall,
an opening in our defense...
and suddenly there's someone taking advantage of our little weakness...
(the one that we didn't knew it existed...)

I said I knew the beat 'cause it matched your own beat
It's become my engine my own source of heat
The sea between us only amplifies the sound waves
Every hum and echo and crash paints my cave.

There's always a moment of hesitation, that can condemn us...

or save us...



Sometimes reality gets to me...
and then I realize just how much...

How much I miss You...

sábado, 18 de abril de 2009

Flower...

Poderei eu alegar insanidade temporária para um júri composto pelos os meus processos mentais?
Na vã tentativa de me defender por ter pensamentos estúpidos que me têm toldado a mente nas últimas 2 semanas?

Ou então posso simplesmente alegar que às vezes a felicidade pode vir por outras vias, menos esperadas, ou comuns.
E que realmente eu pensar que sou feliz me faz fazer as coisas muito melhor...

Parece que por vezes a melodia mais complicada não é a mais bonita,
e que por vezes a simplicidade das coisas pode torná-las muito mais preciosas do que aquilo que julgamos raro...

Não é que eu esteja contra adicionar um instrumento adicional à música da minha vida...
mas...
há melodias que foram feitas para serem tocadas só por um instrumento,
e...
se calhar a minha é uma delas...


No entanto sabe bem ser-se feliz
enquanto se pode...