Terça-feira, 6 de Julho de 2010

best part of me

My eyes hurt
I shouldn't have cried
But I did
Oh demon,
fuck my life.
I made such painless act
But now I'm sorry
And want to take it back.
I wanted a new life.

- A new car.
- A new house.
- A new family.
- New friends.
- New soul.

But, ah, what did I did?
I just cried all night long
And left back,
Don't knowing how,
the best part of me.

 

já escrevi há imenso.

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Quarta-feira, 30 de Junho de 2010

words get on the way

as palavras,

nada valhem as palavras.

pois se valessem,

a este momento estarias aqui comigo.

ou talvez não as deva culpar a elas.

devo culpar-te a ti.

és totalmente incapaz de decifrar a palavra amor.


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Domingo, 25 de Abril de 2010

this is not wonderland

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little hands are plied
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?

 

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict to 'begin it'-
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
'There will be nonsense in it!' -
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast -
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
'The rest next time -It is next time!'


The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out -


and now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Plucked in far-off land

 

a ler.


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