Tuesday, May 6, 2008

O amor é não haver policia

Sentimos no ar a melodia etérea. É a nossa música.
Cantamos e dançamos como se fosse a última vez, o último olhar, o último toque, o último beijo.
Estás linda.
O teu vestido, da cor do vinho que enche os copos, aquece o chão que pisas e relembra a razão. Todas as razões.
Diz-lhe para parar aqui. Eu queria tanto parar aqui.
Os olhos param em ti e em mim, enquanto preenchemos o espaço vazio, impossivel de preencher por alguém que não nós.
Não pedimos o fim, mas não nos importamos se acabar assim.
Diz-lhe para parar aqui. Eu queria tanto parar aqui.
O mundo é grande e em todo o lado se vive.
Diz-lhe para parar aqui, vivemos em caixas de fósforos. Não sopres.
Se as mãos pudessem dizer por mim.
Eu queria tanto parar aqui.

Pára.

by Linda Martini

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Inútil...

Pois, inútil... Como sempre fui e sempre sou... Nunca quis saber, pensava "why should I care? I will die soon". Mas sempre de vez em quando dá me um ataque sobre isto. "what if I won't die soon? I won't have the guts to kill myself so... what will happen?" Meh, fico em baixo por um tempo e passa. Tudo passa. Mas agora tive esse ataque dois dias seguidos e tou a entrar em paranóia!
Gente inútil nao devia existir, certo? Gente que só faz mal aos outros não devia existir, certo? Gente que só dá trabalho aos outros não devia existir, certo? Certo, certo, certo!!!

I really thought I could heal you, wake you up from your despair and chase your demons far away but I couldn't even stay awake myself.

Monday, April 21, 2008

I hate you

Tell me what to think
When you look deep into my eyes
Do you begin to realize
That we're in misery?

I don't understand
It's such a mystery to me
and we agree to disagree,
'Cause we were never meant to be
and all I know is

I hate you
I think it's safe to say you hate me too
How did we ever get this fucked up point of view
Oh anyway, anyway
Well it's alright
Let you come over we can scream and fight
and in the end you wanna stay with me all night
and that's alright with me.

Everybody says
That I should stay away from you
and I know you're friends are too
But they don't have a clue.
Tell me why you think
We like to play the games we play
and say the evil things we say
and what we're doing here today together now 'cause I know

I hate you
I think it's safe to say you hate me too
How did we ever get this fucked up point of view
Oh anyway, anyway
Well it's alright
Let you come over we can scream and fight
and in the end you wanna stay with me all night
and that's alright with me.

Why you and I start to fight then you cry
Slam my door hit the lights
Happens every time.
I've got your fist in my face and you're all that I can taste
But I want for you to stay
It's all that I can suffer 'cause it sucks I hate when we break up
But it's part of making up and you know
That's the only time we agree
It's so easy to see

Tell me what to think
When you look deep into my eyes
and every time it's a surprise
That we're in misery

I hate you
I think it's safe to say you hate me too
How did we ever get this fucked up point of view
Oh anyway, anyway
Well it's alright
Let you come over we can scream and fight
and in the end you wanna stay with me all night
and that's alright
That's alright

I hate you
I think it's safe to say you hate me too
How did we ever get this fucked up point of view
Oh anyway, anyway
Well it's alright
Let you come over we can scream and fight
and in the end you wanna stay with me all night
and that's alright with me
That's alright

by Riddlin' Kids

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Partir para ficar

Mãe, eu quero ficar sozinho.
Mãe, eu não quero pensar mais.
Mãe, eu quero morrer mãe.
Eu quero desnascer, ir-me embora, sem sequer ter que
me ir embora.
Mãe, por favor, tudo menos a casa em vez de mim.
Outro maldito que não sou senão este tempo que decorre
entre fugir de me encontrar e de me encontrar fugindo,
de quê mãe?
Diz, são coisas que se me perguntem? Não pode haver
razão para tanto sofrimento.
E se inventássemos o mar de volta? E se inventássemos
partir, para regressar?
Partir e aí nessa viagem ressuscitar da morte das
arrecuas que me deste.
Partida para ganhar, partida de acordar, abrir os
olhos, numa ânsia colectiva de tudo fecundar, terra,
mar, mãe...
Lembrar como o mar nos ensinava a sonhar alto, lembrar
nota a nota o canto das sereias... Lembrar cada
lágrima, cada abraço, cada morte, cada traição, partir
aqui com a ciência toda do passado, partir, aqui, para
ficar...


by Linda Martini

Sunday, March 2, 2008

It's hard to say

The singer finished singing and she's walking out
The singer sheds a tear, her fear of falling out
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried

It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same

My worries weigh the world, how I used to be
And everything, I'm cold, seems a plague in me
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried

It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, it's not the same

Worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before
Worse than a fear it's the knife
But it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried

It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same
It's hard to say (God, it's hard to say)
Since you've been gone,
I'm not the same


by The Used

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Sunday, February 10, 2008

In this room, insane I remain

Do you ever feel like you're stuck inside a room, spinning? You want to stop, you want to get out, but it's just like impossible for you. What do you do? Nothing, of course, there's nothing you can do. You stay there spinning and waiting for someone to save you, but that someone never came. You still have faith, you still wait. Sometimes it appears people that make you think "this is the one, I'll be saved!", but you're always wrong. How can you still have faith? How can you keep saying "I'm not insane"? Don't you feel insane? I do! And I don't have faith.