Lost

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light or just another lost angel?

I lost control

I lost control
Of my entire life
And when I closed my eyes
My world is if it was
I looked in the mirror
had a guy looking at me
I did not recognize

Today this a gray day
the sky looks like it will fall
already is Friday
is only the second day
tomorrow is other year
I do twenty-three

where it went?
where do I go?
Send me a letter
with all answers
If you have them

I lost a great friend
or he was lost?
The death took him
for a piece of bread
and here I am throwing
what remained of my food

goes running low the day
while I work
and tomorrow will be
another day to less
from my bedroom window
Isee the future
of an alienated guy
throwing themselves versus a wall

where it went?
where do I go?
Send me a letter
with all answers
If you have them

No have more fear of what will come
I believe in everything that is impossible
I learned with suffering
That nobody will help me
but so what?
so what?

I know I'm alone
While I wander in the crowd
I sought happiness
and I discovered
That happiness is a sentiment
no translation for life

where it went?
where do I go?
Send me a letter
with all answers
If you have them

Come to
I belong to you
I am you and you to me
I lost without your eyes thousand
I .... Our Lady of the poem
Without your hands I'm not that good at writing
Come to
You live my heart
In my body there thousand injured
And you are in a spiritual spring
Come to
Taste of life passed without lips
Your face is my address
Chest begin civilization
And great love begins
Come to
I am a man without hope
And you're all hope
No limit to my love
You and I have mortgaged myself
Not a woman you do not Game
You alone all the women in my head
And because I love you
Sagzo every inch of your body
And you all announced victory
Oh my great love.

22:28
Emad Alzeer
come to me

lost in the dark, alone. I can't see, listen anything. I'm just trying keep walking but I am so tired and scared, I only have the hope to find a way out and see the sun shine.

All that was ours was lost when you're gone. You took away a piece of me, and I do not know if I want it back...

Unfortunately hamanity seems to be sick and lost itself
- and against itself too. After all I´m glad because
the sun always born winner. (watch out! I do not feel
better, immune or safe exactly but I also never wanted
to be like the sun!)

When you left, you can be sure that I lost a part of me.

i’ve tried counting every freckle on your back. but i always get lost in the curve down your spine. if i could, i would erase every single one of them. as if each freckle was a bad memory i could take from your mind and swallow them chased with whiskey. i’d turn you back into something so pure. like a blank canvas untouched by my clumsy brush. or a blank vhs tape that isn’t filled with distant memories. you could be as pure as the blue sky over some sad midwest town. not these grey, factory clouds over new york city. i’d turn you back into the idea that there’s a universe within our bodies. rather than my smoke filled lungs and offbeat heart. but for now i’ll still try falling in love with the world through all the little things like sunsets and empty bars, heavy rain and pale sunsets, all the oxygen in my lungs and those tiny veins on the back of your eyelids.

Their lost voices must continue to be heard.

Suas vozes perdidas devem continuar a serem ouvidas

Lost in a world of my own.
Stuck in a nightmare that I myself created.

I'm losing my mind, and nobody cares....

and I can't blame anyone else but me
for the situation in which I'm in...

it's not your fault, it's not your fault...

I give up, or I give in....

fear of the heart are in eternal tears of love lost soul.

I am a lone wolf, lost in the mountain without destiny..

A madman is not someone who has lost his reason but someone who has lost everything but his reason.

Tell me if I already lost you, because I do not want to lose you.

I'm lost in my old, in my own green light


Eu gosto do amor quando ele me derruba ou quando me faz voar. Se não for assim, não quero não. Não vale a pena. Nem sequer é amor.

Amor é quando a gente flutua devido à leveza do sentimento que nos preenche de tudo. Amor é quando a gente dói por qualquer besteira, porque ama tanto e concentrado em cada pedaço do corpo, que dói de bonito que é. Amor é quando a gente transborda, seja praquilo que é bom ou ruim. Amor é aquilo que eu sinto falta de sentir.

Saudade do amor dos domingos ensolarados ou chuvosos, mas sempre debaixo dos lençóis vendo filmes. Saudade do amor escrito e lido nos olhos do outro, sem precisar de tradução nenhuma. Saudade do amor da dança dele, de ver uma alegria fácil naquilo. Saudade do amor criado pelo pescoço, sinais e coxas. Saudade de tanto, de tudo.

Amor é aquilo que me desconcentra dessas coisas da vida, que me bota num rumo forte, que me traça uma coisa só e aquilo é. Eu sinto falta da bagunça que o amor me causa. Ultimamente eu tô bagunçada do meu próprio jeito, dessa minha mania de doidice mesmo. Tô perdida de mim mesma, da minha maneira, das minhas coisas.

Me perco dentro de mim e sempre esqueço onde fico.
Talvez no nó da garganta. Ou no da tua orelha.

"He never lost loves, by contrast wins hearts and untold treasures."

As much as it seems that the world is a lost case, always keep in mind that everything happens for the our own learning, from our faults and mistakes, but never allow yourself to be corrupted by the wrong attitudes of others. Always keep in mind that everything makes you stronger. Never give up on doing what is right, because that is the example you are setting. The universe absorbs, good and bad sides. So, allow the universe absorb what is your best, then the future generations can stand firm, in all that is good and nice for everyone.

Baseado na música "Lost For Words" de David Gilmour e Polly Samson, interpretada por David Gilmour.

⁠O tempo se perde enquanto fica mal-humorado.
O turbilhão que isso causa lhe deixa sem um norte a seguir,
A sensação é de paralisia e perseguição,
Achando que todo o resto pode esperar.

Quando você desperdiça seu tempo com inimigos,
Aumentando cada vez mais o rancor e a febre que o acompanha,
Sua visão se estreita, e a realidade desaparece,
Tornando-se como sobras na total escuridão.

E os sacrifícios por um lugar seguro
não vão lhe salvar de nada.
Pois nunca a segurança no material,
E com isso, o que é verdadeiro se expurga pela porta.

Você consegue ver sua vida arruinada pela escuridão?
Soube que você esmorra o chão com seus punhos, é verdade?
Isso apenas lhe aprisiona ainda mais em seu mundo, o isola.
Enquanto a maldade continua crescendo bem na sua porta.

E ao abrir essa porta para seus inimigos,
Perguntando sobre esquecer o passado e começar do zero,
A resposta vai ser a mesmo que seria no início de todo:
"Vai se foder, você sabe que simplesmente não pode vencer."

I'm sorry, because life for me has lost its meaning, it has lost its light...
And all I have now is a black sun within me, which is nothing more than the indifference, the pain caused by others and wounds in the soul that never healed because they are marks so deep that I live in function of them and nothing more. Emptiness, solitude is all I have and I possess the most valuable that I carry in this miserable world. For I am but a wanderer whose wanderings should never be trodden.

⁠Na obra The Lost Key of Freemasonry, Hall resumiu o propósito do ensino maçônico: O verdadeiro maçom não está preso a um credo. Ele percebe, com a divina iluminação de sua Loja, que, como maçom, sua religião precisa ser universal: Cristo, Buddha ou Maomé, o nome pouco significa, porque ele reconhece somente a Luz e não o portador. Adora em todo santuário, ajoelha-se diante de todo altar, seja em templo, mesquita ou catedral, percebendo com sua maior compreensão a unicidade de toda a verdade espiritual.