Sad
It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.
Gypsy Winds
Oh! My lovely gypsy!
you are my heaven
A colorful ray
In this murky and sad world
Oh! My lovely gypsy
leave the trail of your scent
to guide me, to find you
oh! my gypsy, my gypsy
let the song play
I need to dance
just this song
And I know I'll say one more,
one more, one more
Oh! my baby Gypsy
I want to shout! I need...
Lend me your body
So I can get warm
I was much time in the dark
it's always cold in the dark
Lend me your body
There are fires inside you
that warms me, I fall asleep
I need sleep, need sleep
Treat me with your lap...
oh! my little gypsy
is that I need sleep ...
Give me your dreams as a gift
oh baby! a dream, only one...
and I know I'll say one more,
one more, one more
Let the trail of your scent
guide me to this new song
I do for you, just for you
Oh my gypsy, lend me
the fire of your body
for me not get lost
in the shades of the path
oh my baby Gypsy
do not be afraid
I'm not that bad!
You make things shine
I feel so much life
when you make me shine ...
and I know I'll say one more,
one more, one more
ah! my baby Gypsy
one more, one more
ahhhh !!!!!!
When you were down... I put you up
When you were sad... I was your fun
When you were alone... I was by your side
Whe you were hurt... I was your medicine
When you cried... I dried your tears
When you fell down... I stood you my hand... to stand you up
When the WORLD turned its back to you... I was in your front
Destiny came... the life changed...
When you had to leave, you looked into my eyes and promissed you'd be around forever... I could count on you..
Destiny came... the life changed again...
When I was down... You didn't put me up
When I was sad... You did not make me laugh
When I was alone... You were not by my side
When I was hurt... I had to cure myself
When I cried... I had to have my own tissue
When I fell down... I could not find your hand
When the WORLD turned its back to me... I'd realized I was completly alone... nobody was in my front
Destiny came... the life changed... It has been changing...
WHEN I NEEDED YOU MOST... ONLY MY FAITH WAS MY SALVATION
YOU DO NOT DESERVE ME...
O exercício de relembrar, é interessante, entretanto temos que praticá-lo através de uma maneira sadia. Devemos aprender com os erros do passado, não os repetindo. A nostalgia providencia gostosas lembranças, mas nunca devemos evocá-las em função de uma postura neurótica.
Sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, quase um anjo,
Chapa, chapada diamantina
Diamante rima com eternamente,
Meu olhar ausente, uma caverna
A guardar o sol e a dor eterna
Das luzes que na tarde
Arde a cair nos canyons;
Quase anjo, sad, sad, sad. sad, sad
Quem há de mudar o imutável
A não ser o tempo
O tempo de recolher as pedras,
De reconhecer as perdas
O tempo de colher as pedras preciosas
O tempo de descer a mina
De guardar o horizonte
Na silhueta feminina
A caçar mamutes como borboletas
Com a leveza e o romantismo de libélulas
A se espelhar no lago
Triste triste triste quase existe
A impossibilidade de poder
Buscar no tempo o olhar de ternura
No momento que por um instante de loucura
Aquele olhar me fez acreditar em anjos.
A.J.M in ideological Letters (2007)
The moon I sad
The moon told me,
Do not be sad one day you will return p'ra
Do not be sad
Only feel miss,
Do not think in the very words
Much more you will only be sad,
So why loneliness is not lack
The moon told me
Do not precipite,
But let your heart guess
You see the fruit of so much pain
In exchange you get a beautiful flower As consolation for their pain
The moon told me
You will have much love
The moon told me ...
The Black Day
This day, so even if the tough. Same been massacred, continued to blow the air by mouths, the air of strength and will to power descansar.So that never acoteceria, if it were not for a miracle.
Both suffering, already tired they did not know the solution of their anguish, but in order proceeded! Working in the tiredness, hunger, punishment and suffering only wanted its simple survival, or if not the lives of his successors.
For centuries, have suffered, died, disappeared men strongest in the world due to exploitation of the labour force barrata.
These are the words that I highlight in my ideology, the suffering and misery that the colonization brought to the world. What is now also done in some countries of the world.
Our grandparents were forced to work to save their own lives and those of his successors, we are in today to tell these sad and pecaminosas histórias.No ituito to struggle to generate new blood that could save the world of these misfortunes, and that could create a Only world full of Peace and Freedom
Even punished, ignored and apaziguados for life that resulted were not entitled to claim.
So our ancestors lived.
The days on which they were more beautiful and bright to them becoming BLACK.
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I am not a liar
When I am a little sad, with that in my mind to be always happy, exaggeration: I say that I am almost
dying of sadness I write Poems of who is in the gorge without esperaca opposite of love, the good invention.
They get a high number of comments and e-mails solidarity, caricias, colos beautiful, and I am just good. It is a coup that never fails.
That's why I said and I repeat: be happy get anything goes, even pretend that it is happy.
And yet, pretend sadness, with appropriate caution, has to be smart ...
And I give an example: pretend that I am sad, and soon get caricias and solidarity, solve get sad again. All that can generate a protective desire to defect of protection.
Care.
It has a nice addition, though: people giving strength, to me praise and words of order and vaias against sadness "OUT TO hurt" - "BELOW FOR hurt," "NEVER MORE hurt," Tchau hurt, "the my two sides optimistic and happy, not to be sad, do not know whether to enhance solidarity and love.
It is the life, a game: gains and losses.
And yet, we must know that the sadness also has light, is a beacon that illuminates the path and warning the soul, leading to love, reorganizing the emotional failures.
When the sadness, it is good to the person requesting assistance, and have the humility to accept as a way of greater good, a nice lap, ONLY THIS.
Odeio o fato de uma vida sad....mas para tudo que olhamos a nossa volta já é motivo para termos um vida triste.
só se mente
pra mente doente
não se mente
pra mente semente
sadia da gente
se se mente
a mente sadia
desmente
Remisson Aniceto
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@anicetoremisson
Sad boy, coitado , não e a palavra certa, entendimento de uma pequena cidade, acolhedora e de bom coração faz parte da caneta que fica no papel marcado já que toda besteira virou moda to fazendo essa uma,1 2 3 pra coleção de retardados. do youtube, pra ficar famoso e ser reconhecido vou contando minha historia. kqkqkqkq
A única condição que leva o homem casado à uma satisfação conjugal é manter o seu relacionamento sadio, puro e livre de complicações traiçoeiras com sua esposa.
Eu sou tão idiota
Por que sempre deixo as pessoas q eu amo tristes?
Por que tenho que sentir Isso?
Por que tenho que existir?
Eu queria conseguir parar de gostar de você
Parar de te amar
Mais eu não consigo
Eu só penso em você
Ao acordar e ao dormir
Será que ele está bem?
Será que ele está pensando em mim?
Eu cansei! Mas não consigo tirar você...
Não Importa o que eu faça...
Você não some...
E assim cheguei a conclusão...
Eu amo você...
E sabe porque você não consigo tirar você da minha cabeça?
Poque eu simplesmente não quero que você vá...
Você é motivo dos meus sorrisos
O que me trouxe de volta a vida...
O que me fez sentir o amor...
O que só com um toque em minha mão me faz arrepiar
Um beijo na testa sinal de amor e fofura
Derreto a cada um...
Eu amo esses beijos...
São fofos.. E mostram o quanto você se importa...
Eu só acho que você não demonstra que me ama...
E me sinto só...
Se um ficar posso ter uma longa caminhada mas se ,eu ir embora vou deixar muitos tristes mas o meu vazio vai ter acabado..
Deixa eu amar
seu corpo
Enquanto você,
abusa do meu emocional
A depressão habita
Olhos cinzas
Martírio aos iletrados
Poético aos escritores
Eu, sou um camaleão
Que em meio a chuva
Se camuflar
Para contemplar a dor
Meus, destroços
Foram varridos para o tapete
Deixe suas, mágoas em mim
Feito poeira pisoteada
Odor pornográfico da angústia
Excita os fracassados.
