Por que eu invento de pensar !?

Pensar sempre dói. Pensar sozinho dói ainda mais. Sendo impossível fugir de tal suplício mental, faço este Blog para não remoer solitário. Que seja instrumento para produzir e organizar melhor as idéias. Que motive a dura e, às vezes, solitária rotina de estudo e trabalho, a qual separa nossa utopia da realidade tão desejada. Que sirva para registrar e partilhar um pouco daquilo que eu faço, penso e sinto. Que reflita uma parte daquilo que eu sou e luto cotidianamente para ser.

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quarta-feira, outubro 10, 2007

Among the past and now

Lost in my Thoughts


No far away I had a long hair.
I had a guitar to play too,
But, I didn’t have patience to learn playing it.
I had a dog.
However, I couldn’t go out for a walk with my pet.
My father gave me a little sister to protect.
Like almost all young boys in 1990.
But I couldn’t offer love and affection to her,
Because I was hidden behind my utopia.
I wrote some bad poetry,
Like this you are reading now.
But, it spoke about a better land.
In fact I planned to change the world
I and any friends which I belived I had, together.
I failed, we failed with our friendship.
I had a drive license before the right time,
When I was only fourteen years old.
However, I didn’t have earlier my own freedom.

So, the time run away from our hands.
And today, I have got a no very fast car.
I have got a basic black mobile phone and a power computer.
I have got somebody to know and love.
To try one more time.
But, there is no friendship here.
There are no dreams in this new century,
I have just discovered five seconds ago.
Working hard,
I only can maybe to change my mind, my actions.
So, today I have got a hard stone instead my flesh heart.
I'm worried! I'm afraid! It's so cold here.
I want strongly to turn into another person.
So I have got a remembrance too.
When I was sixteen and had a long hair…
I had a magic experience,
when He touched my face.
He smiled, show me your love and told any secrets…

Only a matutine prayer

“Quem coloca sua confiança nos homens é um insensato que construiu sua casa sobre a areia”
Adaptation from Angels Lyrics of Robbie Williams


God

I sit and wait
does God contemplate my fate?
and does He know the places where we go when we´re grey and old?
Because I´ve been told that salvation lets their wings unfold
so when I’m lying in my bed
thoughts running through my head
and I feel that love is dead
I’m loving God instead
and through it all He offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I’m right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
when I come to call
He won’t forsake me
I’m loving God instead
when I’m feeling weak
and my pain walks down
a one way street
I look above
and I know I’ll always be blessed with love
and as the feeling grows
He breathes flesh to my bones
and when love is dead
I’m loving God instead
"Porque apenas Deus é fiel..."