sexta-feira, 23 de novembro de 2012

[OH MY]

I’m hurt
But you never touched me
You never felt me with your hands
Cause you never hit me

[Oh my] Hope is a hopeless feeling

I’m dirt
But you never smelt me
You never inhaled me with your nose
Cause you never breathe me

[Oh my] Hope is a hopeless feeling

I suck
But you never licked me
You never felt me with your lips
Cause you never kiss me

[Oh my] Hope is a hopeless feeling

I’m blushed
But you never ashamed me
You never stalked me with your eyes
Cause you never meet me

[Oh my] Hope is a hopeless feeling

I’m dumb
But you never dared me
You never held me with your ears
Cause you never answer me

Point all of your senses towards myself, I insist
I insist there’s got to be a tomorrow when your senses will fall

[Oh my] Hope makes no sense to me

quinta-feira, 1 de março de 2012

METAFÍSICA

Pro tempo, sem temperamento.
O espaço não explica a ciência.
Paciência é um bom argumento,
Ou espaço que ganha no tempo?

Pro espaço, tem refinamento.
Constrói com tempo e cadência.
Não consigo tudo que tento,
Ou não quero o que lamento?

Com pouco tempo, o espaço não vem.
Com pouco espaço, difícil ser lento.
O espaço, em segundos, é alguém.

Uma hora infinita se passa em um vento.
Um quarto de hora nem sempre se tem.
Um quarto pequeno é um momento.

O tempo. O espaço.
Meu mundo tem pouco espaço.
O espaço. O tempo.
Meu mundo passou do tempo.

domingo, 26 de fevereiro de 2012

THE TRUTH

It is always small, because it is supposed to be simple.
Simplicity is small, even when it’s dark.
So truth is small, and many times black.
But sometimes it is orange.
Simple like that.

The truth is small, but needs . s p a c e . a n d . f r e s h . a i r.
It is always close, or far, but lying there.
May be closer than you think.
Even more because to be honest,
Sometimes you just cannot see it.

Speaking of it, shouldn’t IT be a HE or a SHE?
I think we use IT because it depends:
Whose truth are we talking about?
And that question, my friend,
Changes many things when is answered.

Unlike what you may have thought,
Believed and stood for...
The truth isn’t only one.
Just like god [god?]:
Perhaps it just doesn’t exist.

My truth is definitely small and orange now,
And not from this world.
But I’m positive they’re both mine,
The world and the truth.

And thus, my little big friend,
I can tell you with no fear:
It is small, it is orange, and it is here.
Even though your eyes cannot see it.