Olha que engraçado

Você tem 17 anos, é um puta de um virjão

Não entende nem como a vida funciona e tem um ataque psicótico.

Que vida de bosta, meu caro.

Pelo menos esse tipo de coisa tende a ser divertido :)

It doesn't matter where you look

Opinions will always be the same

People don't know how to deal with issues bigger than them

People just don't know that love and hate usually walk together.

I love your scars as much as I love you

I love the rupture of perfection they cause in your body

In your soul

They make it easier to enter and control your heart

Be the owner of you

And be your only one.

Time goes by, nothing changes

I still have the same feeling, the same desire of you 

The same need.

Who could know that time would take away my sanity 

And make your scars the only point of hope in my life?

It's not new love, it's the same one that started some time ago

The one where life goes on.

Probably there won't be any way to thank you enough

But I'm so glad you have your scars

Otherwise probably I would be alone by now.

Otherwise

Life would be really unbearable.

Thank you.

Outro coquetel Molotov se vai das mãos de outra criança com mais de 20

Todos querem um pedaço de paz, um pouquinho de alegria

E todos têm razão

Até mesmo sobre o sangue inocente derramado

Onde você pisou, não há mais plantas que não sejam prova viva da barbárie

De todos os sonhos

O único que não se torna real é a esperança da igualdade

O único que não se torna real, o único.

Não há razão, não há escolha

Por que toda mudança que ocorre vem de dentro, vem da juventude

            Que não abaixa a cabeça, que é chamada de covarde

Que deseja com o coração

Muitas vezes boba, fácil de manipular

Mas são os guerreiros que tentam mudra o amanhã.

Pena que a inteligência não anda de mãos dadas com a sabedoria

Pena que a sabedoria é entregue de bandeja junto com a falta de malícia

São tantos amanhãs, tantos desejos de verdade

Tantas crianças que resistem e lutam

Será que a luta já não está perdida?

Diz pra todos, berra aos ventos que você está vivo

Que tem sangue pulsando em suas veias

E emoções selvagens em seu coração

Vail á meu jovem, tenha a coragem que eu nunca tive

Tenha a clareza que eu jamais terei

A força de vontade e a capacidade de lutar pelo que deseja

Mesmo que seja errado

Você luta, você faz, você muda.

Retribution

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I have no fear to hurt

To kill

And to hide

My brothers, my own kind

They die and perish by my hand, by yours

I believe in god, I trust him

I believe in miracles

But it’s no miracle that I see.

You should run before I conquer your land

You should run before I try to turn you into a martyr

And show the power of my god

Show that the cement between the bricks are only lies

And no devil will come to take what’s rightfully ours

I’m here to taste your blood

Let my sword take you closer to god

Closer to nowhere.

I’m conquering the world

This world filled up with savages

They need to listen the truth

And the truth is there is only one god

And where we are today?

We are our own tribes, the society, the rules

And still we don’t forget that there’s a human after the differences we see at first glance

We are no different than ages ago

Still we see only differences, difficulties and lies

I wish that no retribution to be taken against us

But it feels like it’s time for all mankind to be judged as we did before with our fellow brothers and sister

As we do today

And the child’s tear makes no effect into your heart, apart from gaining space and land

Now I can see where your sins are

I see you’re still a sinner

And should perish like me

This because no god is able you from the sins you’re about to commit

And because nobody is up for the consequences of your acts.

Long ago

I swore an oath

An oath, so simple, and complex

That is to kill and to forgive

And yet my sins will doom me

My enemy is the only known to men

No perfection arose after god's initial creation

But the grasp of his hands where men fail.

These who precede me, guided by millenniums of forging

Psychological and biological

Leaves me the sin, to commit and to abide in agony

Because no truth is worse than knowing your enemy

And yet look into their eyes, and see you are the same.

Fellow brothers and sisters

No pain must be stronger than love, yet love is pain

No painful consequences should be taken

And men shouldn't be individual

Cause your enemy is your brother.

To survive is to adapt

And there's no other way than taking this brief time of savagery as example

Because known is the destiny of the dead

And the toll it takes on the living beings

No man should bury their sons

And no brother should kill another.

Yet, being a heir of men, like you

I cannot change the world

Because I'm no god

Not alone

Not during I see an enemy in a brother.

The creativity

It must flow

Usually it doesn't come

But sometimes words just get around

Wrap a package inside your head.

Living daylights

I see

I feel

I know

And I think

I see the light reflected on the mirror

I feel the buses passing by

And the tires, on the hot asphalt

loosing it's content, molecule per molecule.

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I see someone running on the street

It's dark, late night, only lights are his company

He runs in the middle of the street

the asphalt is wet

And he runs

The more he runs, the faster he gets

Up to a point where all starts disintegrating

first his clothes, small pieces flowing back

then his skin

his eyes jump off, but he still runs straight

there's no pain

Now his muscle's are bare and naked

And the speed suddenly becomes so strong

In a fraction of seconds, he disappear

he is nothing.

never existed.

but he's everywhere.

It has been so many moons

Sleepless nights and days

No sorrow, but something is always wrong

I can't shake the happiness away

Tell you I'm ok

But I know deep inside this peace of mind won't last a day

I crawl with all my forces searching inside for a clue

But I'm not the only one

I'm not smart enough to spot the errors and what makes my core to destabilise.

So many days where the sun was bright enough to blind anyone

And It didn't tear apart my doubts and fears

I wish I could be dead 

Numbness is better than worrying all the time

Worrying that drives me crazy and takes my sanity away

I never could grasp what life was going to bring me 

But I remember traces

I remember being somewhat like I am now.

A construct of the imperfection that I now am

A project, A new massive blurb of emotions.

And here lies what I am.

Dez anos

Uma vida inteira

Muita coisa muda

Muitos buracos aparecem no asfalto

Muitos verões

E invernos também

O que você encontra em si mesmo dez anos depois?

Quem é você?

Se você, 10 anos depois, fosse o reflexo no espelho

Você se identificaria?

Você se compreenderia?

Ou ia tratar o seu eu mais novo com desdém

Desconsiderar seus medos 

Sonhos que nunca se tornaram realidade

Maldizer suas vontades

Ou você é fiel a ti mesmo?

saberia se respeitar em qualquer momento e época

Afinal, erros, os nossos, são aprendizado

Me diz

Por onde a tua vergonha na cara andou

Tua cara de pau

E teu tesão

Ficaste mais louco do que um adolescente de 15 anos apaixonado pela primeira vez?

Ou nada mudou, nada vai mudar e você sempre será aquele e aquilo

Com todos os defeitos

E agora talvez com alguns mais.

 

 

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

self esteem

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no tears

no tears 

I'm crying

inside

no tears

I said no tears

But I still drop another tear

Deep inside

I don't know what's going on

Who's taking control

And who's saying I love you today

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Human

I feel the burden

The heaviness in my limbs

The right to live and to think

And my mind takes it from me

 Throws away

And in the end, there's only a spoiled brat where should be a man

 

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fear

fear

fear

fear

fear

phobia

fear

fear

fear

fear

fear

phobia?

fear

fear

fear

fear

why?

fear

fear

fear

fear

fear

 Get out

You MUST overcome it

 

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shameful.

 

Let's try like this.

If it's okay you don't have to worry

But what's ok?

Is okay ok, or OK?

I mean, is it normal to feel ok

even when your mistakes comes like punches in your stomach?

And there's you standing up asking for more.

I'm nothingness

I'm deep as the sea and large as a knife

Or that's my heart where everything converges into

 Million times me

And no answer, no reply from myself

when the topic is "what to do next?"

I'm not seeing myself as anything, maybe it's the years that it takes

Maybe it's the experience, learning, always learning

But, what makes another one decisions better than mine?

is it experience only?

Readiness?

I'll never be enough

This is the only thing that never changes

Being "good"or "bad"

Sick or normal

To live is to not be ready.

Not that I know how

I just wish

and it fades away...

Apenas por que eu posso.

Não, não sou a fênix renascida

Eu me sinto bobo, isso sim

Nada mudou mas a óptica é diferente, a forma, a visão

Meu foda-se voltou

Assim como a minha boa vontade

E a má vontade também.

O problema vai ser a dualidade, lutar contra meu inimigo a muito esquecido

A preguiça

Tenho tanta preguiça as vezes que parece síndrome de coutard

Estou morto e quero ficar deitado todo dia

Não posso.

 A criatividade não vem quando quero

Só vem quando quer, é só mais uma faceta minha

caraterística maluca da minha personalidade anômala

Mas até que sinto saudade dela.

 

Impregnou

Tomou conta

Pensamento obsessivo.

Eu tenho vergonha, mas não consigo mais esconder.

Alguém

Alguém me ajude.

Por favor.

 

É engraçado que enquanto caindo aos pedaços, procurando uma corda, uma arma, ou a coragem pra se jogar na linha do trem, teu chefe pergunta como você está e com o maior sorriso do mundo você diz: Estou bem e o trabalho está fluindo!