Por mais fácil que seja desistir é um pensamento aterrorizante para mim.
Pois implica ferir ou mesmo estilhaçar a imagem holográfica que criei de mim mesmo...
É mais fácil deixar... deixar tudo ir embora... as coisas... os momentos... os amigos... os sonhos... sua identidade... uma vida inteira, deixar tudo ser tomado pelo desânimo crescente... até que não haja mais nada para se desistir. Então você ainda pode manter o holograma intacto, na certeza de que é apenas isso: Uma ilusão oca e sem significado.
Não, não oca, os detritos de tudo que se deixa permancem e envenenam tudo que sobra de você, até que não sobre mais nada, nem mesmo a imagem.
Meu desafio é perseverar e ter paciência, lutar e buscar o Reino até vencer.
Potencial.
Talento.
Um belo material é ter a semente. Regá-la e proteje-la das tempestades é o único trabalho. Visão é a única virtude. Perseverar a única saída.
Não tenho mais volta a alternativa é inaceitável em todos os sentidos.
Amor é a única resposta para o orgulho, que é o medo cristalizado na superfície de nossas almas...
Amor e arte!
beijos
segunda-feira, 15 de março de 2010
sábado, 13 de março de 2010
The Heart Of The Doll
She´s a lamb in wolf´s clothing
Running along the pack hopes to belong
Looking through the glass she knows it will never be so
Once upon a time, the oldest tale in the book
New ticking echoes in the cage
Switch on the engine to watch her perform
Four strings, she lets him play
´Cause his eyes are pools I could fall too
Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
It rips out the heart of the...
She´s been playing the drums of her heart!
A butterfly, dancing the moths ballet
Scorching herself to black hopes to fit in
Looking through the glass she knows it will never be so
A hooked stained glass heart can cut as easily as it breaks
The stakes are high upon this part
How come happy ending is a sacrifice?
He blows, she lets him in
For his glance sears, oh I could burn too
Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
It rips out the heart of the...
She´s been playing the drums of her heart
She pretends that she won´t fall apart
He´s been playing the drums of her heart
She pretends that she won´t fall apart
Shards strewn across the bed, satin sheets bloody red
Such big ears to chase the tick
Deep bright eyes to creep upon
Through a sharp grin, showing big teeth he says:
"You can take off your dress, you know, trow it into the fire... You won´t need it anymore..."
Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
Love rips out the heart of the doll
Song, by me
A beleza me fere.
Esse mundo me fere e é como se eu respirasse ar pesado. Imerso numa nuvem de desapontamento e frustração.
Uma bomba bate no meu peito enquanto as paredes chegam cada vez mais perto...
Quem mandou deixar tudo para a undécima hora?
beijos
She´s a lamb in wolf´s clothing
Running along the pack hopes to belong
Looking through the glass she knows it will never be so
Once upon a time, the oldest tale in the book
New ticking echoes in the cage
Switch on the engine to watch her perform
Four strings, she lets him play
´Cause his eyes are pools I could fall too
Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
It rips out the heart of the...
She´s been playing the drums of her heart!
A butterfly, dancing the moths ballet
Scorching herself to black hopes to fit in
Looking through the glass she knows it will never be so
A hooked stained glass heart can cut as easily as it breaks
The stakes are high upon this part
How come happy ending is a sacrifice?
He blows, she lets him in
For his glance sears, oh I could burn too
Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
It rips out the heart of the...
She´s been playing the drums of her heart
She pretends that she won´t fall apart
He´s been playing the drums of her heart
She pretends that she won´t fall apart
Shards strewn across the bed, satin sheets bloody red
Such big ears to chase the tick
Deep bright eyes to creep upon
Through a sharp grin, showing big teeth he says:
"You can take off your dress, you know, trow it into the fire... You won´t need it anymore..."
Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
Love rips out the heart of the doll
Song, by me
A beleza me fere.
Esse mundo me fere e é como se eu respirasse ar pesado. Imerso numa nuvem de desapontamento e frustração.
Uma bomba bate no meu peito enquanto as paredes chegam cada vez mais perto...
Quem mandou deixar tudo para a undécima hora?
beijos
sexta-feira, 5 de março de 2010
First ...
steps
Today I dreamed of abandonment.
I was in a weird place where people played this weird game with these beautiful women in flight attendant - like uniforms. I know what you might be thinking. It is not it.
So, these women would take people to other places and make them go through the difficult situations of life, as if they were the bringers or incarnations of such situations.
Then one takes me by the hand... she looks very nice, but when we part from the other people the atmosphere changes and she tells me she is abandonment.
Next I am back at my old school taking a math test - not the very best situation for me - and I only need to follow the example at the top of the page to do it well, but my sight is blurred and I cannot see.
Maybe It is a sign that I will feel abandoned and there is a karmic situation brewing on the horizon. But no biggie... there is no reason to cry before it hits, there is no reason to cry while it is hitting and there is no reason to cry afterwards. Just know that anyway I might cry, heheheh
First steps in writing this blog about my life and musical activities. Just got tired of fotolog, just got tired of my other blog. I was not free there as I was supposed to. And I do not have that many photos... so.. dunno...
Poem or song, or whatever
In the wasteland of despondency
There is a land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline waters
Where birds don t chirp and bees don t visit
Silence is muffled by the distant rumble of forgotten storms and a sharp cold breeze, that every once in a while brings specks of dust to your eyes,
That no longer water.
There is a land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline waters
Where weariness oozes from the wounded ground and stillness pervades everything.
The sky, perpetually shrouded in indistinguishable gray, sheds enough light to frame the bleak barrenness around.
But never the horizon.
Will ceases.
Desire cools.
The tongue tastes the salt.
And time looses all its meaning.
A land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline waters.
In it people are buried under the weight of all their years, with the memory of everything they never did pierced across their hearts.
Dark right
Enjoy the night
Today I dreamed of abandonment.
I was in a weird place where people played this weird game with these beautiful women in flight attendant - like uniforms. I know what you might be thinking. It is not it.
So, these women would take people to other places and make them go through the difficult situations of life, as if they were the bringers or incarnations of such situations.
Then one takes me by the hand... she looks very nice, but when we part from the other people the atmosphere changes and she tells me she is abandonment.
Next I am back at my old school taking a math test - not the very best situation for me - and I only need to follow the example at the top of the page to do it well, but my sight is blurred and I cannot see.
Maybe It is a sign that I will feel abandoned and there is a karmic situation brewing on the horizon. But no biggie... there is no reason to cry before it hits, there is no reason to cry while it is hitting and there is no reason to cry afterwards. Just know that anyway I might cry, heheheh
First steps in writing this blog about my life and musical activities. Just got tired of fotolog, just got tired of my other blog. I was not free there as I was supposed to. And I do not have that many photos... so.. dunno...
Poem or song, or whatever
In the wasteland of despondency
There is a land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline waters
Where birds don t chirp and bees don t visit
Silence is muffled by the distant rumble of forgotten storms and a sharp cold breeze, that every once in a while brings specks of dust to your eyes,
That no longer water.
There is a land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline waters
Where weariness oozes from the wounded ground and stillness pervades everything.
The sky, perpetually shrouded in indistinguishable gray, sheds enough light to frame the bleak barrenness around.
But never the horizon.
Will ceases.
Desire cools.
The tongue tastes the salt.
And time looses all its meaning.
A land where nothing grows, surrounded by saline waters.
In it people are buried under the weight of all their years, with the memory of everything they never did pierced across their hearts.
Dark right
Enjoy the night
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