My good Deed

I tried to save a girl I truly loved
And didn't quite know how to help her
So now she's sleeping as her parents up above
Cry over things that they can't tell her

And when I did my good deed
I thought I'd feel unbroken gladness
But standing in the street alone
I just felt sinking sadness

Girl, your dad will not us bless
So hang up your veil and dress
Look at me and take one guess
Where this best-intentioned love will lead us

I once felt a feeling fully through
Though I knew I shouldn't feel it
Because to act on it I'd be a person
Who should be slapped into a straitjacket

So every time it comes around
I just let it die inside me
You said, "I only come around
Because I just need you to hide me"

So we knelt in those dead weeds
Sticks and sharp rocks cutting into our knees
And I thought that we would freeze
But there was just too much warm blood in our bodies

I'm not going to make you take the pills
Though you should really think about it
The fire by which we both were almost killed
Glowed so beautiful—don't doubt it

But we have to make a choice now
Can we glow without it?
There's a space I tried to fill
But I'm seeing now I never will
You fly around while I stand still
Until I slowly just get smaller and smaller

I tried to save a girl I truly loved
And I never would desert her
But we both found out that I was dreaming
Of the day I thoroughly could hurt her

And I saw myself inside her eyes
This shrinking would-be savior
Resented her for never needing him
And couldn't wait just to betray her

So we drove back to her place
From the temporary home that we had made
And I stepped back into the street
Feeling the fullest moment of my life
Slowly shrink away from me

Requiem for a dream

I know I'm a dreamer and a fighter, but sometimes I just ask myself: what for and why am I fighting, if some dreams are just... illusions?

Self portrait on a dark canvas

The story of a self portrait on a dark canvas

There was a beautiful little girl, pure and innocent, who believed in love stories, princes, happy endings, and true love.
There was a little girl, whose world was too big, but she was eager to know it, meet people and most important to be loved.
There was a little girl, who fell deeply in love and was loved back, and was promised that that was forever. She smiled feeling protected and with her own happy ending. The girl was happy and everything was good.
The girl grew, and she wasn't little anymore.
The happy ending turned into lies, games, treasons, pain and tears. And the true love she thought she had found wasn't what she expected. The girl ripped her heart, she cried and was alone again. She closed her heart but at least it didn't ache so much anymore.
There is a girl who created her own persona, strong, beautiful, unachievable, restless, sophisticated and always in control, but who forgets sometimes who she is and what she wants. There is a girl who built a fortress around her, surrounded by dragons and daemons.
There is a girl, who, even without meaning to, hurts everyone who comes close. A girl who still wants to believe in love stories, princes, happy endings and true love, but who is afraid to be hurt again, and doesn't know how to let anyone get close anymore. The girl has her heart locked, and doesn't know if she wants the key to be found.
There is a girl who is writing this story, and only she can write its ending.

Nature boy

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise
Was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"

Um Pai-nosso africano para o natal

Feliz Natal!!!!

Ring of fire

Love is a burning thing
and it makes a firery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..

Plágio descarado

O ambiente dita que o momento é agora, mesmo que imperfeito!
Porque no final de contas... são os momentos imperfeitos, a dor partilhada, os sorrisos perdidos e ganhos, as lágrimas vertidas e os desabafos fora de tempo que aproximam as pessoas de chegarem à perfeição dos sentimentos.

Movimento Perpétuo

Eles não sabem que o sonho
é uma constante da vida
tão concreta e definida
como outra coisa qualquer,
como esta pedra cinzenta
em que me sento e descanso,
como este ribeiro manso
em serenos sobressaltos,
como estes pinheiros altos
que em verde e oiro se agitam,
como estas aves que gritam
em bebedeiras de azul.

eles não sabem que o sonho
é vinho, é espuma, é fermento,
bichinho álacre e sedento,
de focinho pontiagudo,
que fossa através de tudo
num perpétuo movimento.

Eles não sabem que o sonho
é tela, é cor, é pincel,
base, fuste, capitel,
arco em ogiva, vitral,
pináculo de catedral,
contraponto, sinfonia,
máscara grega, magia,
que é retorta de alquimista,
mapa do mundo distante,
rosa-dos-ventos, Infante,
caravela quinhentista,
que é cabo da Boa Esperança,
ouro, canela, marfim,
florete de espadachim,
bastidor, passo de dança,
Colombina e Arlequim,
passarola voadora,
pára-raios, locomotiva,
barco de proa festiva,
alto-forno, geradora,
cisão do átomo, radar,
ultra-som, televisão,
desembarque em foguetão
na superfície lunar.

Eles não sabem, nem sonham,
que o sonho comanda a vida,
que sempre que um homem sonha
o mundo pula e avança
como bola colorida
entre as mãos de uma criança.

Terror de te amar num sítio tão frágil como o mundo

Mal de te amar neste lugar de imperfeição
Onde tudo nos quebra e emudece
Onde tudo nos mente e nos separa

Sophia de Mello Breyner