my mind is confused...
my heart it's kind of broken...
and my smile is fake!
2nd chances they don't matter
cause people never change!
Everything is wrong right now...
segunda-feira, 4 de outubro de 2010
quarta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2010
segunda-feira, 24 de maio de 2010
sem titulo...
... escrevo e apago
... escrevo e apago
... escrevo e apago
quero dizer tudo... nao quero dizer nada...
coisas que significam tudo e nao significam nada...
bloqueei ... falta-me a alegria falta-me a vontade...
falta-me tudo e não me falta nada!
... escrevo e apago
... escrevo e apago
... escrevo e apago
... escrevo e apago
... escrevo e apago
quero dizer tudo... nao quero dizer nada...
coisas que significam tudo e nao significam nada...
bloqueei ... falta-me a alegria falta-me a vontade...
falta-me tudo e não me falta nada!
... escrevo e apago
... escrevo e apago
... escrevo e apago
domingo, 21 de março de 2010
90% Persistence 10%Talent
Is it?
Don’t judge your success for someone else’s!
Talent it’s not all . . . but it is a good start . . .
How can someone sing if he doesn’t have the voice?
Someone taught me that we have to fight. . .
And let’s be honest . . .
Having something we fight for
It feels so much better . . .doesn’t it?
Let fight for it . . .
Reach our goals whit work
And whit that simple smile that it is all that matters!
=)
It’s kind of curious but my big friends are both writers
And dammmm! They are good!
She writes with love,
I almost can feel her emotions!
He uses math, but instead of numbers he puts letters
Each word makes sense like the result of an equation!
After all,
I’m sure I found two cases of more that 10% Talent!
Don’t judge your success for someone else’s!
Talent it’s not all . . . but it is a good start . . .
How can someone sing if he doesn’t have the voice?
Someone taught me that we have to fight. . .
And let’s be honest . . .
Having something we fight for
It feels so much better . . .doesn’t it?
Let fight for it . . .
Reach our goals whit work
And whit that simple smile that it is all that matters!
=)
It’s kind of curious but my big friends are both writers
And dammmm! They are good!
She writes with love,
I almost can feel her emotions!
He uses math, but instead of numbers he puts letters
Each word makes sense like the result of an equation!
After all,
I’m sure I found two cases of more that 10% Talent!
quarta-feira, 17 de março de 2010
Just a Smile
Standing on a rock,
Looking at the river,
My thoughts are free,
Like the wind that blows around me. . .
Only searching for myself . . .
“The right word in the right time…
The sweetest smile when words don’t work. . . “
Those are things that don’t leave my mind!
Three music’s playing on my playlist...
The first is about “Walking on the moon”
The second is a “Diary”
The third is about “Expressions of love”
The fourth is “Something about you”
And the last one talks about “A son of a preacher man”
Those are the soundtracks of my thoughts. . .
The melodies make me dream. . .
And the lyrics keep my head on Earth!
Day after day time is passing by. . .
As I’m walking on the moon,
Where I’m not alone,
Learning from each other
I’ll keep your secrets!
We can speak with our eyes. . .
And sometimes a simple smile is all that matters!
=)
Looking at the river,
My thoughts are free,
Like the wind that blows around me. . .
Only searching for myself . . .
“The right word in the right time…
The sweetest smile when words don’t work. . . “
Those are things that don’t leave my mind!
Three music’s playing on my playlist...
The first is about “Walking on the moon”
The second is a “Diary”
The third is about “Expressions of love”
The fourth is “Something about you”
And the last one talks about “A son of a preacher man”
Those are the soundtracks of my thoughts. . .
The melodies make me dream. . .
And the lyrics keep my head on Earth!
Day after day time is passing by. . .
As I’m walking on the moon,
Where I’m not alone,
Learning from each other
I’ll keep your secrets!
We can speak with our eyes. . .
And sometimes a simple smile is all that matters!
=)
segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2010
Brain Storm
The rain falls outside
Each lightning revives my memory
Each thunder wakes me from my dreams
I find myself in the center of my street
It’s like the rain is washing my soul
and the problems disappear for instants…
This street saw me grow up
all of my child memories are in this concrete
1994 the year I came to this house
the year I met my first friends
most of them were just a shadow of a friendship
only one or two came up to be real friends
the first time I crash was here
but here was also the place I pull my head up
I fight and moved on…
That made me what I am today. . .
What am I … a bitch? A friend?
Well it depends on whom you ask this question!
I think I’m a little bit of everything
although I’m proud of myself
I’m proud of what I conquered
I’m proud of being known as persistent
And if someone wants to know
who are my friends… the answer
is very simple. . .
Think quietly . . .
have you ever been sad and no one saw it but me?
have you ever thought something and I said it before you did?
have you ever thought why doesn’t she just gave up on me yet?
have you ever needed me and I wasn’t there?
If your answer was yes to the fist three and no to the other. . .
you are one them…
And for "the ones"
I now say: Even when I'm a mess I will always stand up for you!
Each lightning revives my memory
Each thunder wakes me from my dreams
I find myself in the center of my street
It’s like the rain is washing my soul
and the problems disappear for instants…
This street saw me grow up
all of my child memories are in this concrete
1994 the year I came to this house
the year I met my first friends
most of them were just a shadow of a friendship
only one or two came up to be real friends
the first time I crash was here
but here was also the place I pull my head up
I fight and moved on…
That made me what I am today. . .
What am I … a bitch? A friend?
Well it depends on whom you ask this question!
I think I’m a little bit of everything
although I’m proud of myself
I’m proud of what I conquered
I’m proud of being known as persistent
And if someone wants to know
who are my friends… the answer
is very simple. . .
Think quietly . . .
have you ever been sad and no one saw it but me?
have you ever thought something and I said it before you did?
have you ever thought why doesn’t she just gave up on me yet?
have you ever needed me and I wasn’t there?
If your answer was yes to the fist three and no to the other. . .
you are one them…
And for "the ones"
I now say: Even when I'm a mess I will always stand up for you!
sábado, 16 de janeiro de 2010
A real Friend always know. . .
Those eyes full of sorrow
showed me the soul
that no longer glows . . .
Just. . .
Like a sunflower that doesn’t
open without the sun, instead
of it, I need the smile and the
happiness of my beloved ones . . .
How can I smile if my friend cries?
Am I the only one seeing this?
Worst, am I the only one that feels it?
a FRIEND is someone special,
someone who deserves it,
certainly you're one of the
greatest ones I have. . .
Sure, I know you're just a person!
Sure , I know that everyone gets hurt!
Sure, I know no one can avoid it!
So what? I steel think my friends don’t
deserve it! YOU don’t deserve it!
Someone with your soul, with your
love for music, someone with your
respect for people and the Earth. . .
It’s , just wrong. . .
You’re killing me softly with your sorrow
and you know what? It sucks, cause’ I know
I almost can't do nothing to help you!
Sorry!
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