Confidencias e lust for life

Last night i dreamnt that somebody loved me, like before. Oh please please please let me get what i want this time. Nausea e esperança de viver, velhas historias de como ele ainda que velho a amava, (He'd still shag her he would still fuck her). Sem contar com estes dois todos eles viveram a sua vida como queriam para quem reprimir a minha? Versos que ha pouco se deliniaram tao belos na minha mente e agora não estão cá. Só uma memoria agradavel, contei-te os meus segredos as minhas origens, a minha historia as minhas estorias. Sentados num vao des escada da piramide fumado narguille despi-me para ti, para uma amiga mostrei-te a minha alma os meus ossos.
Soube bem.
Nada importa embora exista sempre o futuro e planos para a vida, tenho um momento ohm, zen de globalidade. Já o tive, voltarei a tê-lo. Mas agora tenho-o e tive-o ainda ha pouco. Comparas-me a um grande. Por outro lado i'm afraid i'm not very bright and i'm afraid i might.
Sai do metro rumo a casa o vento fresco acariciou-me a cara, vi a harley fukin davingson, ela sempre esteve la ou pelo menos ja há algum tempo. Lembro-me de como a pouco te disse she'll mary me when i'm older, temo-o e adoro-o. Amanha talvez.
Pronto ja esta tudo descrito tudo dito poderia ter terminado no paragrafo anterior ou ter explicado cada uma destas frases e torna mais belo, mas não me interessa a beleza, tenho de dominar a estetica tenho de dominar a minha mente os meus demonios o obscuro. Talvez Ainda Talvez.
repito

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Estado do tempo e estado de espirito

Coming down off the nova somewhere near the boiled egg that is Royal Albert Hall, we watch Paul's sun crossed with John's star and hold ice cream hands. Someone slipped on a cassette as the one you wanted left left with someone else but somehow it was cool because the music filled the shadows, you heard a sound that was a million miles away from fakery and a step away from your heart.
Just like it always did, this sound puts the swagger back into your step, the rush into your blood but somehow, and I don't know how, they had become deeper, wider soulful, better in their craft, inspired by so many things like a world that is tilting who knows where and the applause they always knew was theirs but waited so impatiently to receive. Words cut you from all angles, backed up by majestically and majestically to soothe the wounds inside.
As you are dragged inside on this trip abandon, you hear a council estate singing its heart out, you hear the clink of loose change that is never enough what you need, boredom and poverty, hours spent with a burnt out guitar, dirty pubs and cracked pavements, violence and love all rolled in one, and now all this.
At the ed you flip over and start again because now you are not isolated. They have gone to work so that you can go home. High above the day turns pink and you fell your feet lift above the ground as new roads open up in front of you. In this town the jury is always rigged ~but the people know. They always know the truth. Believe. Belief. Their morning glory.

Janeiro, o fim da musica

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all...
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear...
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill...
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

Sol de Dezembro

Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way.
Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing I got to do... Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Got no time to for spreadin' roots, The time has come to be gone.
And to' our health we drank a thousand times, it's time to Ramble On.
Mine's a tale that can't be told, my freedom I hold dear.
How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air.
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her,
Gonna ramble on, sing my song. Gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby...
Gonna work my way, round the world. I can't stop this feelin' in my heart
Gotta keep searchin' for my baby. I can't find my bluebird!

Descidas de temperatura

What is that you said on the phone,
about me dying all alone?
How could that be,
if you are the one who's lonely?
All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known.
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you ...
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking awfully old tonight .
Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you,
So, what difference does it make ?

Primeiras chuvas

You fell down of course
and then you got up of course
and you started over
forgot my name of course
then you started to remember
pretty tough to think about
the beginning of december
pretty tough to think about

You're looking down again
and then you look me over
we're laying down again
on a blanket in the clover
the same boy you've always known
well I guess I haven't grown

Think of what the past did
it could 've lasted
so put it in your basket
I hope you know a strong man
who can lend you a hand
lowering my casket

I thought this is just today
and soon you'd been returning
the coldest blue ocean water
cannot stop my heart and mind
from burning
everyone who's in the know says
that's exactly how it goes
and if there's anything good about me
I'm the only one who knows

Sol de Outono

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone wholl stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
Shell get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
Shell hear me out
And wont easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact shell often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone wholl help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I dont want to be tied
To anyones strings
Im carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when Im asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this Make me sick
In a case like this
Ill get away with it

Aguaceiros

Tempo quente e céu nublado

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name,
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste.

Céu limpo, tempo seco

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, "yes son", I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

The Doors, Jim Morrison

Granizo em Bratislava

A culpa não é do Sol,
se o meu corpo se queimar.
A culpa é da vontade
que eu tenho de te abraçar.

A culpa não é da praia,
se o meu corpo se ferir.
A culpa é da vontade
que tenho de te sentir.

A culpa é da vontade
que vive de dentro de mim
e só morre com a idade,
com a idade do meu fim.

A culpa não é do mar,
se o meu olhar se perder.
A culpa é da vontade
que eu tenho de te ver.

A culpa não é do vento,
se a minha voz se calar.
A culpa é do lamento
que sufoca o meu cantar.

A culpa é da vontade
que vive de dentro de mim
e só morre com a idade,
com a idade do meu fim.

(um poema do barbeiro do bairro)

A praia no inverno

O Sul de manha

Nascente em Odivelas

Neve em lisboa

Uma Imagem da familia que ainda hoje guardo, consta na tradição familiar que e do virar do sec. passado.