As Cores Com Que Pintamos A Vida

Na arte vemos aquilo
Em que não podemos tocar
Sim, na arte
Com a qual nos viemos a apaixonar

Como o quadro abstracto
Que cria em mim sentimentos
Que não sei descrever
E que no reino da palavra não existem

Será isso que nos ilude
A vontade de sentir o desconhecido
O não tocável
Mas desejável
O fantástico

Representado na tela
Na pauta, no som
Estão as cores
Com que pintamos a vida

Não será isto tudo verdade?
Vim eu um dia a perguntar-me
Mas a resposta não reside em mim

Paixão e Fogo

Paixão e o fogo são coisas diferentes

Ambos ardem

Mas nunca infinitamente

Queimam

O que conseguirem queimar

Consomem

Até a mais ínfima partícula

Destroem

Sem espaço para remorsos

E quando se olham ao espelho

Vêem-se um ao outro

Mas nota-se uma diferença

Um é Fogo

Outro é Paixão

Que Gele O Sangue

Iluminados sejam aqueles
Que na sua mais pura inocência
Se deixam trair

Que ecoe nos ouvidos
A perfeita melodia
E que gele o sangue
E o transforme em ouro

Assim os campos do massacre
Não serão meras ruínas
E cemitérios esquecidos

Que arda no fogo do pecado
O meu coração esquartejado
Ferido, magoado
Pela malícia das tuas mãos


Sei que cheira a Morte
Mas ela ainda não chegou
As asas nascem nas minhas costas
E salvam-me da perdição

De mim apenas sobra
Uma pena...

Love Is An Abyss

Love is an abyss. You stay on the top of it, depending on the choices you make. One mistake and the ground beneath you might break. Sometimes the wind turns into your best ally, giving you balance and control, keeping you from falling. But the wind blows in all directions, and it will blow to the abyss as well. That will be a tough moment, where you'll have to be strong.
As you travel through the abyss you'll find different types of trails. Solid, muddy, fragile, slippery. Travelling here is hard. I mean, really hard, since you know you might fall anytime. It is deep, so if you fall, you'll suffer and it will take you a lot of strenght to stand on your feet again and climb the cliffs up, to the top. As long as you do things right, feeding no temptation, you'll be rewarded. The walk is long and hard. Some make it, others fall. Those who fall might never get up that abyss, losing themselves in the depths of it. The ground there is made of sorrow, sadness and pain. Climbing up is horrifying, in all that suffering you just felt. Your legs will be numb, your arms to. In the end you'll reach the top. The sun will remind you of what you lived up here. You'll recall the mistake you made and you'll try not to do it again.
Happiness is an achivement, a conquest, you fought to get and you'll fight to protect.
Love is like an abyss. Use all you can to keep on the top of it and don't make the same mistake twice.

A true kiss is like a blooming flower, pure and peaceful.

Written By: Myself

Gray Day

Odd Clouds
Up in the sky
Moving silently
Slow, calmly

Heavy clouds
Gray concrete
Endless rain
Cries in vain

Blind, is rain
Falling down
Raining blood
A birth, a flood

The sun is there
But you can't see
Rain and Clouds
What the sky's meant to be

Written by: Myself

Mãe

Mãe és a vida
Que me sustenta nos seus braços
Do dia-a-dia

Mãe mata no coração
A Amargura
E a Solidão

Mãe és os pés
Que me empurram
Contra as marés

Mãe és a tempestade
Que me guia só
Em busca da felicidade

By Myself

Farol

Luz ardente
Que me guia
Sugado pela corrente
Me enche de alegria

Perto de ti anseio
Um dia chegar
Para que possa sem receio
Na tua face tocar

Milhas viajo
És tudo o que vejo
Sigo guiado pelo desejo

Perto de ti estou
Não entendo como tão depressa
A tua luz se apagou

By Myself

Adeus

Adeus ao céu
Adeus às nuvens
Adeus a todas as aventuras
Que vivi debaixo de ti

Adeus ao túmulo
Adeus ao corvo
Que perfura o meu corpo
Deitado a teus pés

Adeus ao aço
Adeus à corrente
Que as minhas mãos pretende
Prender-me ao teu amor

Adeus ao fogo
Adeus Amor
Que nasces como uma flor
Triste, atrás de mim

By Myself

Mar Negro

Mar Negro
Onde não vejo
Mas desejo
O meu reflexo

Inaudito choro
Que choras em mim
Como o cravo entre rosas
Que cresce no meu jardim

Finito silêncio
Repleto
De incompleto
Movimento

Negro céu
Sobre este negro mar
Viste tu um dia
Meu barco naufragar

Meu barco juntas
A esse mistério
Triste cemitério
De falhadas navegações

Saudade sinto
Por aquela que detém o meu coração
Repousando calmo
Na sua fina e suave mão

By Myself

Slaughter House

Someone’s behind me. I can’t believe it. I look back once again but no one’s there. Is this a trick of my mind? I feel like I’m hearing things that don’t exist, but deep inside I know that someone’s following me. I proceed. Maybe I’ll hear something. I got to admit that I’m completely frightened. Why is this happening to me? A step! I heard I step! I can’t take this anymore! I run. Run as fast as I can. I’m not far from safety. A bit more and I’ll be home. Yes, I made it. Let’s see. Right pocket, left pocket. My keys! Can’t find them anywhere. Shit! This is not happening!
-Are you looking for this?
Oh no. My body is trembling like an hangman struggling. I turn around
-Good evening – I said
- Hello. You seem to have dropped this pack of keys. – replied the young man who stood before me. He looks pretty common. Looks like there is no reason to be scared after all. – Are this keys yours?
-Yes, I was running…I mean in a rush, and I didn’t notice they had fallen. – I explained – Thank you.
-I understand, you have to be more careful –then he looks at me and says – You never know what can happen in the night, when darkness has risen.
He said this with a strange voice. His eyes also had a strange glow, pretty strange. He gives me the keys and leaves without saying a word.
Morning after. Seems like it’s going to be a quiet day. I’ll spend my day at home. Hours pass, nothing to do. Then I receive a call.
-Hello-I say
-…
-Someone there? – I ask
-Look…at…the…window
-What? What do you…- I look. There is blood there. What is happening? I get closer. There is a corpse on the floor.
- What on hell is going on? - I ask myself
- What do you think it’s happening?
I turn around and there is a guy there. His face is covered with some kind of tissue.
-Do you know something about this house’s story? Do you know what it was used for?-he asked violently- During the war, 65 years ago, France was captured by Italy and Germany. A big number of Nazi soldiers and officers were sent to Paris, to protect it from conquest attempts. But not only for that. One of their objectives was to capture Jews, who were running from their nations, trying to survive. This is one of the houses where Nazi officers brought the Jews they captured. This was a slaughter house. The screams you heard when you were sleeping were real. I’ve been living here since I was slain. I was just a simple person, like you, and I don’t want anybody to live here.
-Please, you got to understand….I have nowhere to go.
-You are making a wrong choice.
I hear the door locking behind him. Then he says.
-That dead girl, near you, made the same mistake. Look what her. Maybe this is meant to be a slaughter house…forever. Everyone must taste a painful death like I did.
He grabs a hammer. Looks at me with those horrifying eyes. I step back. There is no exit. It’s my end. How could this be happening to me.
-I followed you last night. You were scared to death when I gave you the keys. I love to see people scared and frightened, especially when they are on their way to meet death.
I start to pray. He starts to walk.
-Get ready…to suffer like never before!
I close my eyes and say my last prayer.
-Say your last words!
-Angel Of The Lord….I Summon You To Shine!!!
A flash. A light bright than any light. Salvation. The corpse disappeared. The man disappeared as well. Now two things lay on the floor. A crucifix and a feather, an angelic feather. My last prayer was heard. My pure soul saved me, as well as the souls of those slaughter by this man. I’m sure of it. They are now resting in peace, and I, left to continue my life. Angel of the Lord, thank you, for listening.

Written By: Myself

Yesterday

Yesterday was

And will be,

Forever,

Yesterday

Past
Left behind

Forgotten

Never Recalled

The day I slept on

In the morning

I carry on

Looking back is death

Written By: Myself

I Begin

Far from the mountain
Near the sea
Swin in the fountain
That sets me free

Skies so clean
Sun burns high
Thoughts of freedom
Where angels fly

Screams have left
Cries no more
Left the life
I lived before

Truth I told
My heart defends
I begin
Where the world ends

Mouth so real
Lie in disguise
I now feel
This ain't paradise

Written By: Arthur Connan Doyle...nah just kidding written by Myself

Kiss Warm As May

Sweet soft words
I'm welcomed to your heart
Dark nights gone away
Your smile as bright as day
Your kiss as warm as May

A taste of your love
Buries me in joy
Your eyes, I know they drove
Me, to be your toy

Once you pulled the strings
A puppet, I know i am
Now, I just can see
Imprisioned, I will be
Chained, never free

Written By: Myself(Best Win Evar!!)

Invisible Kid

Invisible Kid
Sitting on the floor
In front of the door
Locked away

Days pass, ignored
Met loneliness
Feeds sadness
Dies alone

To eyes unknown
Through a straw
Someone saw
Invisible, dead kid

Written By:(Drums in the background...)Myself

Angel

An Angel told me

"Feed no desire"

I fed my soul

I burn in fire

Mistake I made

Memory Refresh

By angel's blade

That cuts my flesh

No tears survived

My sins are torn

My body's useless

My soul reborn

Written by:Myself(which is whom?)

The Pendulous Fall

The Pendulous Fall

Sangre Hirviendo

Sangre Hirviendo

Love is an Ilusion

Love is an illusion

A deadly poison

A revolution

Never fulfilled

It makes you rot

Suffer and cry
You haven’t forgot

Scars remain, blood won’t dry

Loved, you thought you were

Happy, you felt too

Now your eyes are wide open

And sorrow has gotten you

Written By: Myself(sure...you suck)

Architecture Of A Genocidal Nature

Architecture Of A Genocidal Nature

Dark Is The Wolf

Dark is the wolf

That seeks my heart

Forgotten in the woods

Where I once fought hard

Hunts, beneath the trees

Running disguised

He smells my fear

Wolf white eyed

Trapped under my last breath

I face this demon

My last attempt

To get my freedom

My body’s useless

I fought in vain

Dark is the wolf

That kills my pain

Written by: Myself (yeah yeah...we know it)

Was She Real?

Was She Real?

3a.m

I was walking on the streets of Paris. It was cold. As I stopped to cross the street I saw a girl. She looked strange. I swear she looked like she was shivering, but not from the cold, from something else. When she looked at me I saw her face clearly. Frightened eyes, a beautiful mouth and perfect nose. She had long hair, black as charcoal. She was definitely pretty, she really was. Out of nowhere, a truck passes right in front of us. And she disappeared. One moment she was there, another she wasn’t. Anyway, I was tired, so I decided I should go home and get some sleep. It took me only a few seconds to fall asleep. Later that day, I woke up pretty late, around 2p.m, if I recall correctly. The first thing I think of was those frightened eyes I saw last night. I left home to search for that girl. I returned to the same street where we met. She wasn’t there, but there was a paper with something written on it. It said “Stop! Don’t even try to follow me…” Was this for me? I had a feeling it was. What would happen if I followed her? What would happen if I found her? I said to myself I would do it. I was so concentrated on this that I didn’t notice someone behind me. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was got off guard so it scared me a bit. It was just a friend. She saw me and she decided to surprise me. I was a bit upset so I told her:

-Don’t you ever do that again! You almost gave me an heart attack!

-Oh come on. You were here, so concentrated, so innocent, I really had to do it!- she said –Well I was going to get something to drink, maybe we could go together? No?

-Alright then. Let’s go – I replied.

-I know a new pub. It’s awesome – she said – You’ll love it!

We walked for a while, trying to make it to our destination. As we were talking she decided to go through a dark alley, and quite strange as well. I looked around, she was behind me, and I asked

-Are you sure this is the right way?

No one answered. I turned around again. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. She wasn’t my friend anymore. She was the girl I met the night before. Now are eyes looked haunted and her face was pale. She started walking in my direction. My body froze. She was getting closer and I couldn't run or even move. Then, face to face, her lips draw an evil smile.

-You made your choice. I know you said to yourself you would find me. And here I am, right in front of you, to tell you this. You made a big mistake today…(she paused, then she proceeded)…but it was the last mistake you made.

In her right hand she had a knife. I was still frozen. The knife was raised high and descent directed to heart. When I was almost getting stabbed I woke up. It had been just a nightmare. A nightmare to remember. I checked my body to see if I had any wounds, but nothing. I calmed myself down and thought about all I saw. I asked “was that girl real?” and heared a voice whispering “yes…”. Then the door in my bedroom opened. And there she was…

Written by: Myself (again)

My Draws

The Search for Inspiration

The Search for Inspiration

The Sun wakes before my eyes, burning free, far far away. As you are born from the horizon, you remind me I have to face another day among the living. I feel dead inside. My face’s pale, my heart’s quiet and my breath’s cold as a winter’s night. I fear every step I take, knowing that it could be my last. I can see from the trees that it will be a windy day. It doesn’t matter, my skin can’t feel the wind anymore. I feel empty. What would I see if I look at my image in the mirror? Maybe I don’t even have an image to look at. Would I have courage to look at myself? Would I lose myself in my eyes? Every piece of hope seems to run from me. I got just one objective that I hope I can accomplish. I know that it’s my last chance to make me feel alive again. I must go and seek for inspiration. My last hope. I gather all my strengths and leave my hideout. The door closes behind me, there’s no way back. It is windy outside. Will I hear a whisper in the wind? A clue, a word? I wait. It’s all too silent. I must move on, I need to be enlightened. I can’t let myself fall deeper in the dark where I live. Inspiration will be the light I’ll shine. It’ll break the chains inside and tear this pain away. I walk forward. Fear walks beside me. I know these streets but somehow I feel like I’m lost. Am I? I must have no doubts. I know where I am and I know I can’t stop walking, not yet. I try to stay out of the shadows, I feel safer under the sunlight. It’s cloudy but the sun seems to dodge every cloud. I stop. There is something here, I’m certain, but what is it? I look around me. And there it is. It’s me. The image I can’t face. But I have to face it. My eyes look sad, and my body looks fragile. What happened to me? Was I too weak to fight? Maybe I was, but I’m not anymore. I won’t suffocate under my own darkness.

It’s time to dive into my soul and find the memories I can’t let go. Memories of times where I still smiled. They are the little light I seek. The light I’ll shine. They show me what I was. They show me what I must be. Now I’m not afraid to face you in the mirror. I now stand still before you. My face’s regained its color, my heart’s pounding and my breath’s warm. I’ve made it. I am I, once again. I can feel the wind again and I walk against it. Inspiration walks beside me…

Written By: Myself (muaaaaahhh)