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Something to say

I have to let myself feel things intensily, you know? So I can write down my intense feelings. That's how I work, who I am, why I live! People nowadays are always afraid of letting feelings dominate them. They always avoid fill themselves with love, hate or activate any "extreme feeling button". People want to keep themselves at control, and feelings don't allow that, they're so unstable! But see, I don't regret any minute I let my feelings have control of my body. I don't regret any decision I made based on what I felt. I like when people comprehend me as much as I like when people don't get me at all! It's the same feeling of fulfillment. I like living fully, with no fear to block my way. Even those who live life like there's no tomorrow could never let themselves be controlled by such things as emotions. I do. I let emotions overcome my body, my tongue, my words, my hands and my eyes. I let them trick me with their love ilusions and disappointments. There's always a tomorrow, you see? There's always a promisse for the future, an appointment we made with our friends or a family meeting for the next christmas. You can't deny, you can't think about not having a tomorrow. There's always a promisse waiting, right in front of us...

Quando Tudo Parece Demais Para Aguentar

Não!, não tire o que resta de mim
Ou talvez, tudo o que me resta
Não é nada, ou até
O nada que me preenche seja demais
Pra mim, ou para todos...

Não!, não me diga que posso me arrepender
É tudo uma questão de ponto de vista
Ou o ponto de vista depende da ação, ou
Tudo o mais é só uma conspiração
Para me levar pro mau caminho
Ou me desviar do bom, quem sabe?

Não!, não sei se eu deveria me arriscar
Afinal, não se sabe o futuro
Ou o futuro é muito bom em esconder
Seus olhos, escondendo sua alma para não,
Talvez, ser compreendido pelos tantos
Poetas, ou filósofos, deixando muito
Pra filosofar, ou sonhar, quem liga?

Ainda há tempo pra sonhar...?

Bullshit, Non-Sense, and some shots of Tequila!

Don't burn me alive
I still feel the weight of time
Over my shoulders
I still wish to be stronger
And harder
To bear

But, God! how weak
Are feelings when it comes to another
Person who can handle you alone
Who can give you what you want
They're never enough for my
I-don't-know-what-I-want soul

They say they can break me apart
And my wishes coming true
Are never enough
They break me down
And push me aside
And I want to kill myself!

My legs and hands and ears hurt
They bleed inside, and outside of
My useless sense of body
There's nothing real in here
There's nothing I can claim like home
I was cursed to walk on this Earth
Without path
Without soul
Or sense of
What's right
Or wrong
Or time to sleep
And leave those things behind...