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.