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It's a mistery, it's unknown
how you have come back
and made my mind blow
When I'm with you I feel lost in space and time
then when I'm without you, I just wish to hold you tight.
What's it? What's happening to me?
This is weird, this is new, this is frightening
And I find myself thinking of you and me.
People already asked if I'm in love with you.
"How stupid of them" - I think
well, but I guess I do.
It's no new that I've always desired you
But it's brand new this will to have you.
Now the biggest elephant in the room is
to know if you feel it too.
Do you see me only like a friend?
Or will you give me...
give me that so expected chance?
To show you this is true...to show you how it's different...
Camilinha
25/11/2014
17h51
Don't look through me.
How many times I have heard you say how much you had loved her?
And how many times I wondered what would it be if there was you and me?
I know deep inside I can make you happy, what is it you don't wanna see?
My life's been a nightmare lately, I get angry if you don't remember about me....I then decide giving up on everything....I erase all that reminds me of you....but then...you come, and you smile at me.
And I just feel so helpless, that I can't do another thing but give myself to you and be sure My heart is thine...
The days pass by and you don't even look for me, and hurts me most you don't even know I'm here, aching for you.
Do you even think of me? Is there at least a teeny tiny chance that would make you consider myself as your one and truly?
Or is she the only one who has ever crossed your mind?
Certaintly this is not something I've chosen to feel...but it's here, inside of me, hurting me with every pounding of my heart.
And what am I to do now? I feel addicted to you...strung out in a way I've never been at anything before....for I've always had a feeling for you, even though now it feels much more pure and true.
Baby....I want you...
And everything is quiet now, Feeling is gone, And the picture disappears.
Seventeen Seconds - The cure
And hiding in your smile a secret you must keep, love cuts you deep.
BUTTERFLY ON A WHEEL - The Mission
"E eu fico imaginando.Você em casa andando de pijama e com o cabelo bagunçado.meias brancas andando sobre o chão sujo,música alta e mesmo achando que tem a voz feia voce canta,girando e balançando o corpo no ritmo da musica,mesmo se a musica for lenta voce cria seu propio ritmo.Voce pode achar sua voz horrivel,mas eu amo tanto sua voz e o jeito que voce da aquele meio sorriso de zombaria,é incrivel...na verdade tudo em voce é.E eu nao sei se tenho azar ou sorte por encontrar uma garota tao problematica como voce,mas talvez eu simpatize com pessoas tão problematicas e complicadas como eu,como se fosse um manicomio á dois"
when you see me, hug me, when you stay closer to me, kiss me, forgot the world and kiss me, like you wanna be loved.
Poetry...
when the banal and trivial world, appear naked before the sight... free from walls and veils, allowed to be everything, in anything... A shadowy and hidden beauty, turns all clear...from within... A lonely vibration, sweet...or bitter...bittersweet... as an enigmatic and fascinating musical score, composed by him who has the gift of seeing life on the wings... of a butterfly...
' ' I have tested my will, and I'm not comfortable with this talk of getting old , I feel young but with the old soul and lost dreams and nights " "
...sometimes when it rains... the air wild and deep... light and pure... confuses with my being, in the green earth...in the stones... I no longer know if it's me in the rain ...or the rain in me...
How i miss my favorie scent...
.. my heart is my temple ...and the silence is the temple of my thoughts ...
... I'm somewhere ...between ...
Brazil shows your face I want to see who pays the price are politicians not businessmen and the people
blind people to see but not sees
Brasil mostra a tua cara quero ver quem paga o preço são os políticos empresários não e o povo
povo cego que ver mas não enxerga
political reform now!
reforma política ahora!
réforme politique maintenant!
reforma política já !
and ...suddenly... time stood still... with the arrival of the butterfly, who came to drink the lavender's magical elixir, in an intoxicating slow dance, through the mystic colored waves of its sensuous and peaceful fragrance..
There are times I need to cut myself off from the world, turn on a song and die alone, until life bring me back.
Until life bring me back.
Douglas Melo
SUBMUNDO
Ela era só uma garota esquisita, dessas mulheres que não são feias nem bonitas!
Ela andava pelas ruas, com um sorriso no rosto, mas era claro que em sua vida, só havia tristeza e desgosto.
Ela guardava um segredo: Meu Deus, meu Deus! Tanto medo! Tanto medo!
É que dentro dela , lá no fundo, morava uma outra... Morava uma outra num planeta que ela chamava de "EU", e lá, e lá não existia nem o Diabo...nem Deus!
Um dia, entre quatro paredes, ela me confidenciou, que a outra parte dela - aquela que não era feia nem bela - vivia num mundo triste, vazio, ruim, ruim, ruim... Um mundo onde todos, onde todos, todos, todos, só esperavam dela o "SIM"!
Que o seu maior sonho, não era deixar de ser esquisita! Não!
Mas era somente de ser no mundo lá fora, o que nunca fora na vida!
Mas ela tentou tanto, ela tentou tanto, tanto , tanto!
Meu Deus, que dó! Meu Deus que dó! Tadinha ! Tadinha!
Riram da cara dela, riram, riram, riram... Riram até ela se magoar, se magoar, se magoar... Até enfraquecer e esquecer que a vida é o que a gente faz dela... Mas ela era só uma Cinderela, num castelo de bruxas , sem janelas, nem portas... Uma Cinderela quase morta!
E morreu!
Morreu assim: assustada, infeliz, infeliz, infeliz... Feito uma criança perdida, sem nunca ter conseguido ser o que sonhou na vida!
E enquanto sua vida partia e a morte chegava, eu ouvi dela um sussurro...frágil, fraco, tristonho, tristonho, tristonho, que dizia:
"Piedade meu Deus! Piedade! Eu só queria ser feliz na vida !"
(Texto baseado na peça teatral "Submundo" escrita e interpretada por Mell Glitter )
