segunda-feira, 2 de outubro de 2017

De ninguém




Voltarei para perto de ti já, linda que não é de ninguém,
Tu que me prestas abrigo do frio e vento lá fora,
Tu que me seguras a mão quando nos deitamos a ver estrelas.
Venho de casa deserta, deserto de afeição,
A relembrar da tenebrosa solidão,
Sem conseguir esquecer que um dia soube lidar com ela.
Mas de ti me lembro quando ando ao relento
E das noites que passámos juntos ainda relembro
Do quente do teu corpo, do suave da tua pele, da tua companhia.
Nem tudo é físico, nem tudo é sexo, há amor por explorar,
Se lutares por ti lutar por novamente amar,
Há tempo para perder, o passado é para esquecer.
Sinto química no entrelace das mãos
E em todos os suspiros vãos,
Mas de ninguém és, de ninguém preferes ser.

The Dead Weather - Will There Be Enough Water

segunda-feira, 10 de julho de 2017

Again

I tried. I goddamn tried. I still try. Every single try. To be more, to do more, to show more strength. I know I have it in me. 
I bow my head, stare at the rocks under my feet arch my shoulders, but still something pulls my head high, makes me look up, straighten up. You can bow me, but you can't defeat me. 
The pain is here. It'll stay but I'm not dearly cursed as to let myself be defeated. I am strong. I have rage. I have will. I will overcome. Even if it takes all parts of me, I'll be able to look up and smile. I'll be happy again. I'll be able to rest again. The nightmares will stop and I'll live.

terça-feira, 27 de junho de 2017

Head Up

I think it's time to start something new. Time to make fresh what came to be old. The bleeding is done, the wording takes form. Stop and breathe. Alcohol is here to stay, to dance and play, not to drain or lead me astray. It's no longer a poison running through my veins. It's no longer a fuel that ignites the vainly passionate in me. It's an absent friend and for such I have no time. Just keep passing by, I'll look up, to the sky, to the clouds, to the stars.
Long enough have I lived in the past, given much power to those who left scars. Many times have I said that those were battle scars, remembrance that I've survived. But now I know, surviving isn't living. As long as I draw breath I'll keep searching a way to live again. I've contemplated such a life before, even if shortly, and I've known its taste. I was drenched in it, swallowed by it, like somehow drawn into the fantasy written in words in pages of a book. I've come to wake up in cold sweats again, remembering what it has been so that I may once again smile, so that I don't feel so lonely. Such is an occasional feature. Passes me by quickly. For now I see the colour of the skies and the grass, now I feel the cool wind and that makes me open my eyes, open my arms, guard my soul but live with it.
I'm in pain. I've been in pain before, I remember the feeling. I don't know it's the same wound, if it close and is another scar or if it was just numb, but for some time I didn't feel it. It has came up. But, unlike the last time, I haven't used anaesthesia. This time I'm fighting it. Shutting my eyes and trying to sleep a peaceful night again, this time by myself. I'm lonely but I'm not dead. I've come to my senses and some temporary feeling won't keep me from smiling. One day it'll be natural.

Elton John - Rocket Man

Walls

We disturbed the skies. We corrupted the seas. We destroyed everything that meant anything to us. We built walls to protect ourselves from the raging seas, we hid the trees and plants, we let the world rot while finding a corner for ourselves. We protected nothing. The hills, the mountains, all that shaped the round earth, were left on the other side of the walls. All was grey there. Here all is green and brown. A reshaped society.

Fuck the Utopia. It's an outdated book. It didn't carry the weight of human responsibility in degrading Nature, in over using Its resources, in killing it. Back then men could travel the seas and explore new land. Wasted earth is all we left behind. I walk amongst them. These rotten, hypocritical people. I see their sly smiles, their ever observant eyes, their words full of lies. They have no life. Only a past. A guilty past that they cast away for they don't want to shoulder the weight of their ancestors mistakes. I walk past them. I climb the walls. Huge concrete walls that just barely touch the sky. I stand above them all. I take a step forward, ready to j-

Gojira - Global Warming 

terça-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2017

Thank you for the mistakes - from now on I'll call them experiences.

The White Stripes - Jolene

Understand

Do you understand how lost we are, how lost we'll remain? Are you still faithful to your hope that life will come to straighten out in the end? Travel and get to know this world. In the end you'll see that I'm not so bad. Then get to work on the hope that it won't be too late - you see, wolves don't stay at the same spot for a long period of time.

The Racounteurs - Broken Boy Soldier

quinta-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2017

Remember to smile


Remember to smile.
Your smile brightens up a room,
It shines brighter than the sun,
They'll all see it soon,
You are the light of men.

Take the toll of your living
And forget your past misgivings,
For you, my beacon, are the reason I'm breathing
And ever day-dreaming.

So remember to smile,
Stay here and let me live for a while,
For many moons have passed and you are gone,
Many ghosts have haunted me to cut me to the bone,
On my many mistakes have I brooded upon,
But now I want to care only to smile
Just to imagine you'll stay for a while.

Take It Back - Pink Floyd