sexta-feira, 15 de março de 2013

Azul Fúnebre

Cerro os portões com pavor da bruma
Quero morder os lábios sangrentos
da guilhotina...

Respiro.
Nem os cortes, nem a morfina
só de mim  ando perdida.

Olho.
Não posso assumir o que vejo
Todos possuem a vaidade supérflua da vida.

Mas a minha alma pára e sente o cadáver
dessa gente de carne estilizada
Mas nada me espanta já, nada me afeiçoa
Nem a tristeza dos meus olhos
Vivo em azul fúnebre e morro diluída na minha dor.     

segunda-feira, 4 de março de 2013

Be happy


I simply cry during the fight
I try to shut up my mouth
with both hands...
I try so hard to be happy
I scream in my head
Shut up! Be happy!!
Stop whining please...

I'm walking numb 
feeling like nothing is real
My hands on a knife
cutting so deep,

The dust of the pills
calm me down during this nightmare
but nothing is enough.

Water so warm 
dripping in to my skinny body,
the blood is wash away...

I'm saying nothing
But I feel what I feel...



You're drowning 
in to this terrible world
of sadness and loneliness
nothing is enough for you
You should drown in to the sea
feel the water washing away your soul.

I simply cry during the fight
I try to shut up my mouth
with both hands...
I try so hard to be happy
I scream in my head
Shut up! Be happy!!
Stop whining please...

I'm walking numb 
feeling like nothing is real
My hands on a knife
cutting so deep,
The dust of the pills
calm me down during this nightmare
but nothing is enough.

Water so warm 
dripping in to my skinny body,
the blood is wash away
I'm saying nothing
But I feel what I feel...