Wednesday, April 18, 2007

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I have been walking in this long road
since I was born into myself.
Every each sun, I look to horizon
waiting to find anything but the sea.
There's some phrase, and sometimes I do not remember its,
that makes me realize:
Maybe a girl... Perhaps a woman.
Maybe I was too much selfish
but things was happening inside me
and I keep on making things that will never help me.
I never lied to others, I lie just for me.
Lying, I remain down, never missing my sadness.
Downcast I am. I know it.
I still walking, sometimes on the walkway.
Forgive me, fellow.
My life does not belongs to you.
21/06/06


[Maus tempos em que estive apaixonado. E como de se esperar, nada mais do que um falso encantamento pueril. Para um amigo ver que já senti como é. Sei como é. E não gosto de como é.]

DROP





Nothing seems to be enough.
I live but I have no life
I love but I have no love
I cry but I have no cry.
At least, no one pretends to be me.
Who would be so insane to pretend
to be as weird as I am?
As long as the day arrives,
My life seems to be erased, piece to piece,
page to page, word to word, memory to memory.
And my life goes by
from me.