Proud to be

The message

2011-05-25T07:55:00.001-07:00

Was raining, so it was my chance to shine, I didn't needed a long time, just enough to take a few deep breaths. And "voila" he arrived, had a soft green eyes and such charm, doesn't matter his name, he was there. The rain stopped, wasn't anybody there, like Michael Jackson says, in the song "Ben", before was you and me, now it's we.

He takes from his bag, an old paper, and with a black pen, he wrote a message, that I memorize until today " A smile don't make you happy, but your happyness can be in my smile".

I got shy, he looked at me once again and left, his name is angel.

Behind the Paradise

2011-05-09T17:37:00.000-07:00

Wasn’t dark, I just couldn’t see
There wasn’t you and me, were we
That could be true
If I wasn’t without you
Words are balls, you are a strong gun
There is no way to run

Who will you found?
I kept looking for love around
A shadow behind an open door
Was I lost?
Was that a ghost?

No, I didn’t run, simply got brave
Oh poor soul, your body is slave
Many names in my head
This isn’t so bad

I’m going to call a random number and say hello
I don’t care for where the destiny wants me to go
A fun voice laughed in the phone
Oh came on
Was you, your smile
Was just a dream, for a while

Lost

2011-05-07T16:04:00.000-07:00

Looking into his eyes

Smiling inside

Telling words in silence

Dreaming awake

This was my mood

I was the princess and he was the Robin Hood

My heart should be a machine and advice with a beep

If it was, these words weren’t so deep

Oh sadness is a feeling so intense

Even the smallest breath don’t make sense

The life didn’t seems short when we love

We could live forever and wouldn’t be enough

Lovers are writing romance books, that I can’t understand

In the movies and in the books, nothing ends

The end doesn’t mean nothing, isn’t anything, just the way to start again

Dreaming with her...

2011-05-04T15:21:00.000-07:00

he had never felt the fear
he could smile if she was near
but she left and now he call me dear

now he burn a cigarette
trying to forget
nobody can imagine what's going on in his mind
he wish that he could do rewind
the days in the calendar are passing too slow
what he feel just God can know
words aren't tears anymore
he know, is for her, that he is looking for
empty lines can't help him
she was his dream
there aren't clouds, no moon, no sun
no where to run
broken hearts out of fiction
a love broken by a tradition
sadness upon his eyes
love without lies

About somebody…

2011-04-23T03:41:00.000-07:00

He is always busy so let me be fast in my words so he just will spend just a few minutes...

ü I will stop saying that I like him, he already know.

ü I told him, he was amazing but he didn’t believe.

ü After get a machintosh my dream is be like him.

ü He don’t practice fake love as a hobby

ü And words can’t describe him, I can’t use the word perfection because he is too far of that.

ü Sometimes my words are guns and I shouted him so many times but he came back with nice words.

And thank you…

Im not Nerd, Im Geek!

2011-04-19T21:50:00.000-07:00

Hello, I'm not nerd, I'm Geek...
A nerd in my point of view is somebody who love to study, to be the brain of the class, basically is that guy from who you try copy in the exams.
As you can see I'm not nerd, I'm not a great student, I hate math and etc... But my geek way started so soon, you remember what was your 5 years old gift? My was an IBM PC from my uncle, a guy with 30 and few years, it was a like gold for me, I used to broke all the time, my brother and mother used to stay full nights front of a blue screen doing biiiip all the time, and I couldn't wait to get my “machintosh” back as new.
I remember that I used to play Hitman, a boring golf game and solitaire, it had Windows Version 1.5 as operating system and was installed with Floppy Drives, maybe 60 or 80 Floppy's.
That blue screen, some times black, DOS console, fascinated me, they used to write words for hours and press Enter wishing to see any signal of the windows logon screen, but was an hard job, I got that machine for some years, I remember the repairing shops here earned good money with that, because was my toy and my mother didn't want to disappoint me, so she paid, and paid again, even one of that shops professional had the idea of install a new sound board , that was completely stupid but he did and my mother paid again an expansive value, just to help your imagination, that was so old, that even has network board and I even could think about USB ports, the HD size was so small that I couldn't install windows 95, I don't know how much RAM that had but was impossible to change the operating system.
A few years later I got a notebook, you can say wow, but it has 128MB RAM, 9GB HD, still without network board, it came with Windows 98, was an Compaq Armada E500, I was so curious then I broken it fast, because my goal was know how it worked, so the first thing I began to do was delete all the files that didn't opened with the “normal” programs, such as the system files, a long time later I realized that wasn't suppose I change the system files then I stopped and my computer lived a few more months, but this time the game finished, my mother didn't paid anymore and didn't get another toy so soon for me. It was in 2000.
Of course I used PC for the next years, used to play “Worms” in my friends computer until my brother get boring of be without computer, he got a pentiun IV, 2GB RAM, 2.0GHz, and protected it of my hands like a diamond, I hope you understand why, but I didn't and I want to use it, so I did everything you can imagine to know his password but I cannot, so I remember one time, he let me use it, the first thing I did was take note of the password help word, so I got the password for the next times I wished to use it... one day, he goes to school and I goes so fast for his room and opened the computer, I copied all his musics for my mp3, charged it, because he used to do it for me, for security reasons, and I had the brilliant idea of create a new user account, but wasn't that what happened, I deleted his account and all his files, when I realized I just screamed MOM, He will kill me! And she said its your fault I don't care! And I got scared, like what I gonna do now, but she thought twice and helped me to download and install all his programs back, copy the musics back from my mp3 but of course he lost everything , since that time I hadn't another chance.
When I entered to the high school, my mother got a pentiun III with 1GB RAM, 80HD, for me, and I already learned the lesson, no more crises of imagination and it survived until the last year, my brother got a notebook and I took care of his pentiun IV until he “died” and now I have my new PC, a good motherboard, HD, RAM and CPU, that my mother supported one more time, its my dear toy!
I already know how the various systems work, I've repaired a lot of computers, and now I'm burning my eyes studying web programming to be a little bit more geek and some peoples stop call me hacker, something that I am not!

30 min of a teenager mind

2011-04-15T11:30:00.001-07:00

It’s ok while I was watching the movie “127 hours” I got suddenly inspired, it made me think about everything i did in my short live until now.

DAMM I remembered so many peoples, some names, words, If you have never seen this movie, it’s a guy who go to the grand canyon in USA to have fun in a big adventure but he get stocked , his arm is stocked by a big rock in a wall, he has a camera, even if you already know, I will tell you something about me, If you wanna make me happy, give me a camera…

This guy in the movie that I didn’t finished to see yet, he every days record a message with his camera, at this moment he is talking to his family, DAMM it made me think, I always talk better about my few friends than about my family. Sometimes they hurt me, I tell my friends I hate them, so fucking confuse life made me take this pen and paper and write, in this short seventeen years old life, I already had time to hate forever one people , but yeah I will stop with this boring chat and go ahead with my still unknown goal, I realized that I don’t hate so much my family, even if I have the sweetest brother in the world who look so hot and the girls don’t believe that he is my brother , even if my father is an hard men and my mother is boring me all the time.

Probably I will keep watching the movie and publish this message with a pseudonym in somewhere else.

Ok, I stopped the movie, this movie it’s about hard times, a friend of my came online, somebody who said me last time, maybe one month ago, that live sucks because he is too depressed, today, at this moment I asked him “How is it going on?” and I touched his hurt side, I asked directly “Did you tried finish your life these days?” and he said “ I just drive away my car like a crazy one wishing to crash myself and die”, that don’t actually shocked me because I know how he feels, and that is perfectly true and sad. He is older than me, so before I say anything, I think carefully about my words, because I’m talking about suicide with a 27 years old boy, so any joke would be very bad, a few weeks ago he sent me a book in PDF, “The Power of Charm – How to win everything, to everyone in every situation”. That’s a self help books, wasn’t a surprise, I’ve read that book with the most attention that I could. And now he goes away, he said that he will get something to eat.

I opened my movie again and I’m trying focus on it, in the last few seconds came in my mind a name for this text “ 30 min of a teenager mind”, because this words were my thoughts and reflexions in the last 30min, this movie make us try believe that the destiny is written, personally I don’t think so. The movie will end soon, my mom came online, It was the destiny?, no, were my thoughts, “the law of the attraction”, I thank to Alex for sent me that book “The Secret”.

The movie is finishing, he catted the arm, the suffering was insane, but the sun is shining for him again, that’s what I wish to my friend, when the pain ends the sun will shine for him.

The guy in the movie screamed for help, now is screaming of happiness, now he is free and the sun isn’t shining so hard but not so hard like when he stocked, a bottle of water was enough for the hard time, now he found a small lake… the live is like that, everything in the right moment, and your thoughts command your live.

Friend :)

2011-04-13T10:41:00.000-07:00

Kidding you said that I’m bad for you...
And I simply replied, I’m so bad, so how can I make you laugh?
And you just smiled back…

You’re such a nice guy, how far away and how near we can be… that birthday message was nice…
Passed three year how many details have we shared?
How many times have we fought?
How many times I’ve called you terrorist until I discover your name?
How many time we spent looking each other? And your nice paints…
As all your mystery’s, your name will be one of them here (sunset came online!)
Thanks for the history lesson, I’ve learnt the lesson, that’s why I call you by your name until now…

I’ve say thank you to my funny “lawyer”, so thank you and don’t forget my cup of tea! (stop smoke, that hurt you, and be careful with your sweet daughter, don’t rent her your webcam again, even if she ask a lot, she will understand later !)

I swear... I will try understand..

2011-03-24T00:09:00.000-07:00

Why most part of the peoples spend so much time front of the mirror if they don't know what they are looking for!
The perfection isn't in anybody, so why they choose the mirror?

how can some peoples say that something it's hard if they dont even try?

If you dream it's an idea, draw that in a paper and turn it real with your hands.

You know why your dreams turn real when you sleep?
Because awake, you are too busy trying to forget them.

Everybody say that the live is short, but they spend all the live with stupid things, if you think that it's short, enjoy it!

Im boring of human memorized spech like this:

-If I could... if you can't now, can't tomorrow, never can, what is the condition to stop say "if"?

-Today it's cold, if don't rain next weekend I will go to the beach... and they keep saying they haven't time! If they haven't how can they wait for good weather? If you haven't time, how can you wait?

-Somebody call you at nigth and ask:
Are you sleeping? DAMM that's so stupid, if you were sleeping how could you answer? But that isn't the worst, some peoples says, yes I am sleeping!

While the night keep running

2011-03-13T20:36:00.001-07:00

Let me keep in silence while my eyes read your lips, don’t worry about my hands, they are in the pocket because your eye don’t let me touch you.

By the way, I didn’t respect your mind, I will keep calling your name, until my mind get away from you, the sunshine will came soon, and I will wonder it alone, again, but just more this time, because next time you will be with me.

Your words are fire for me, I am slowly burning inside, your hands could be ice in my face then my soul would turn in water.

But I can’t use any simple word to say who you are, because I can’t simply love you.

Your jokes are replaying in my mind, your smile is saved in my dreams gallery…

You are in me J

Let’s call her Mag…

2011-03-06T14:59:00.000-08:00

She was just 5 years old, was playing with her favorite Barbie fully involved in her wonderful pink world, her blond hair and her blue eyes shined with every single move of her princess dolly, she was looking for the prince with the white horse and a castell to be with her happy forever. When suddenly the prince arrived with his white horse dressing war clothes, with a charming knight eye he won her attention.

Oh but her dream became true, some years later, she realized that she found the prince, he was handsome, 1,89m, green eyes, brown hair and skin, charming and intelligent, but wasn’t enough,

Let me introduce better her prince, his name was Mark, he was the most charming guy that she ever knew, polyglot, hadn’t a horse but a white Lamborghini.

These nights she was alone with the windows open, lying down in the bed looking the stars, when suddenly he arrived, and no no no, he hadn’t roses, had a letter, written with a strong calligraphy, and he start reading softly in her ears:

Dear Mag…

Do you remember how your Barbie prince was?

Is he like me?

Are you still that child?

Shhh don’t answer, dream love, dream because I can be like that…

Do you like the stars?

I’ve been watching your pretty eyes wondering the sky, I’ve been loving your eyes closing and opening with the night shine…

But dear, you know every dreams must end, and I have something you should know, you can stop dream, because you are the Barbie and I am the prince, have you heard about the angels?

They are with us, that’s why my eye shine in your eyes, my mouth close in your mouth, my perfume stay with you, my hands stay in yours, my thoughts are your acts, your words are my destiny, and you know why are you feeling a fast beat?

Because my heart is running for you…

And he destroyed the letter, because images can’t explain the words, she couldn’t stop looking for the sky, because she was in love,

Love is like that, everything shine and the light is there even if is night, the stars are more beautiful than never, and we will look for the princess or for the prince forever.

Tamally Maak

2011-02-23T22:18:00.000-08:00

Tamally Maak

Tamally Maak (Tradução

Tamally maak

We law hata ba eed any,

Fe alby hawak.

Tamally maak

tamally fe baly we fe alby

Wala bansak

Tamally waheshny,

Low hata akoon waiak.

Tamally maak

We law hata ba eed any

Fe alby hawak.

Tamally maak

Tamally fe baly we fe alby

Wala bansak

Tamally waheshny,

Low hata akoon waiak.

Tamally habibi bashtaklak

Tamally alaya men badlak

We law hawalaya kol el doon

Bardo ya habibi bahtaglak.

Tamally habibi bashtaklak

Tamally alaya men badlak

We law hawalaya kol el doon

Bardo ya habibi bahtaglak.

Tamally maak

Maak alby, maak rohy

Ya aghla habib

Ya aghla habib.

We mahma tekoon baeed any

Le alby areeb.

Ya omry el gai wel hader,

Ya aghla naseeb.

Tamally maak

Maak alby, maak omry

Ya aghla habib

We mahma tekoon baeed any

Le alby areeb.

Ya omry el gai wel hader,

Ya aghla naseeb.

Tamally habibi bashtaklak

Tamally alaya men badlak

We law hawalaya kol el doon

Bardo ya habibi bahtaglak.

Tamally habibi bashtaklak

Tamally alaya men badlak

We law hawalaya kol el doon

Bardo ya habibi bahtaglak.

Tamally habibi bashtaklak

Tamally alaya men badlak

We law hawalaya kol el doon

Bardo ya habibi bahtaglak.

Tamally habibi bashtaklak

Tamally alaya men badlak

We law hawalaya kol el doon

Bardo ya habibi bahtaglak.

Eu sempre estou com você.

E até mesmo quando você está longe de mim,

Seu amor está em meu coração.

Eu sempre estou com você.

Você sempre está em minha mente e em meu coração.

Eu nunca a esqueço.

Eu sempre sinto falta de você,

Até mesmo se eu estou com você.

Eu sempre estou com você.

E até mesmo quando você está longe de mim,

Seu amor está em meu coração.

Eu sempre estou com você.

Você sempre está em minha mente e em meu coração.

Eu nunca a esqueço.

Eu sempre sinto falta de você,

Até mesmo se eu estou com você.

Eu sempre estou lhe querendo bem.

Eu sempre preciso de você e de ninguém mais.

E se eu sou cercado pelo mundo inteiro,

Eu ainda preciso de você, meu bem.

Eu sempre estou lhe querendo bem.

Eu sempre preciso de você e ninguém outro.

E se eu sou cercado pelo mundo inteiro,

Eu ainda preciso de você, meu bem.

Eu sempre estou com você.

Você tem meu coração e minha alma

Meu amor mais precioso.

E não importa se você está longe de mim,

Você está perto de meu coração.

Você é vida no futuro e o presente.

E o mais bonito de destinos.

Eu sempre estou com você.

Você tem meu coração e minha vida

Meu amor mais precioso.

E não importa se está você longe de mim,

Você está perto de meu coração.

Você é vida no futuro e o presente.

E o mais bonito de destinos.

Eu sempre estou o almejando o bem.

Eu sempre preciso de você e ninguém outro.

E se eu sou cercado pelo mundo inteiro,

Eu ainda preciso de você, meu bem.

Eu sempre estou o almejando o bem.

Eu sempre preciso de você e ninguém outro.

E se eu sou cercado pelo mundo inteiro,

Eu ainda preciso de você, meu bem.

Eu sempre estou o almejando o bem.

Eu sempre preciso de você e ninguém outro.

E se eu sou cercado pelo mundo inteiro,

Eu ainda preciso de você, meu bem.

Eu sempre estou o almejando o bem.

Eu sempre preciso de você e ninguém outro.

E se eu sou cercado pelo mundo inteiro,

Eu ainda preciso de você, meu bem.

eu não sou árabe mas alguém vai entender esta música <3

English translation just do do you enjoy the music...

I'm always with you

And even when you're far from me, your love is in my heart

I'm always with you

You're always in my mind and in my heart. I never forget you.

I'm always missing you, even when I'm with you.

I'm always with you

And even when you're far from me, your love is in my heart

I'm always with you

You're always in my mind and in my heart. I never forget you

I'm always missing you, even when I'm with you.

My love, I always miss you. My eyes are calling you.

Even if the whole world is around me, I still need you (x2)

I'm always with you

You have my heart and my soul, My dearest love.

My dearest love.

And no matter how far you are from me, You're always close to me.

You're my life and my future. You're the best destiny.

I'm always with you.

You have my heart and my soul, My dearest love.

My dearest love.

And no matter how far you are from me, You're always close to me.

You're my life and my future. You're the best destiny.

My love, I always miss you. My eyes are calling you. Even if the whole world is around me, I still need you (x2)

My love, I always miss you. My eyes are calling you. Even if the whole world is around me, I still need you

Im not arabic but somebody will understand this music <3

Just a race

2011-02-21T18:10:00.000-08:00

It’s cold, but I am in flames

I didn’t knew that you had so many names

My soul is burning inside my broken heart

No, I am not dreaming, I am really lost

But I felt a soft kiss, and somebody told me that could be worst

The sky isn’t enough for my lost eye

My hands are small to tell you goodbye

I am not wondering the river anymore

A bit of your shadow it’s what I am looking for

That music was written for me, sounds like a kind bell

Every simple thing makes me feel well

Where is your footstep, with who are you nap?

Where is the open door, what is the next step?

Oh the time is running while I can’t walk

Messages are sent while I can’t talk

I draw your smile in a dark window

It smiled to me like in the night a rainbow

Was magic, but wasn’t real, was just a dream

Was my soul trying to scream

DAMM it’s raining in my face

I stopped to dream and forgot this live is nothing but a race

Hasn’t day without sun or night without moon

So I will keep walking and it will finish soon

Love

2011-02-18T16:28:00.000-08:00

A long time ago, an old man lived in a very calm place, from his windows he could see nature, the sunset, every days passed away front of his eyes, we don’t will call him any name just old man, with his long beard and a tired eye, he smoked her cigarette, the smoke draw in the air the figure of a heart.

That old man never knew what is love or be loved, that heart made him cry, he takes a decision and started look for love in everywhere, a big challenge for someone who don’t know what is love.

He simply started looking for the unknown, in the books, he found poems, in movies he found kisses, but wasn’t enough, everything was fiction, books were written for in love peoples and he couldn’t understand them, movies were just the translation of a strange and complex feeling, the old man got confused.

Some questions start growing up in his head, he takes a pen and a paper and started taking notes: “love is a feeling”; “love is complex”; “love is hard to find”… he was trying get an answer but he just got more questions, one day he was about to stop, but suddenly he takes a cigarette from his pocket and opened the window, he didn’t realize he hadn’t fire, so he takes his notebook again and wrote:” without fire love don’t survive”.

Was too late for him to find the real love, for love and be loved, he love smoke, he love the nature, but he didn’t find the real love, the meaning of love, just strange questions were growing up in his world, poor old man could live without love, but would he find the meaning of love if he lived without it since he was child?

Of course yes, like his cigarette, love had a second chance for him, he just couldn’t give out of finding.

The time was passing to fast, he needed to know that love exists, this time he was looking for love in a garden, because in all the movies, he had seen, the love was in flowers, roses were symbols of love, he takes note of that before, so he was near of the solution, he could take care of roses and that was love, but wasn’t enough, because in the same movies he have seen kisses, and he couldn’t kiss the roses, he got confuse again. Next step, the poems, he goes to the library and asked for poetry books, perfect verses were front of his eyes but he was an old man, that were old poems also, he found something what could help him, and in an empty paper tried to write a poem:

“dear cigarette, your smoke

made me wake up

for an unknown feeling

I can’t give you roses,

That’s why I’m writing a poem

Because I can’t also kiss you

Oh poor of me,

My dear, I love you”

So he takes is notebook again and did a strong stroke underlining when he written that love was complex, because that wasn’t true anymore, he concluded that love its simple.

He loved his cigarette much as his live but just now he realized that was love, aren’t just poems, kisses, sweet words, and letters with perfume, are moments, feelings, and sometimes unrealized hearts.

Thats why I like you :D - É porque eu gosto de ti

2011-02-10T16:59:00.000-08:00

Today I was looking for the sky in the afternoon, the sun was red, reflecting in the river, was a perfect picture, how amazing It can be, I stayed wondering.

But a voice a bit far of me called “come on, I want to be in house today!” was my mother, she cannot see that my mind was so far away, I looked more twice for the sun, I’ve putted my mp4 headphones again, and kept walking.

A nice song in my ears, in a strange language called Arabic, I swear that made me remember [you].

I think I am crazy, sometimes I am so so far, I cant keep like that, missing somebody so much, you don’t make any damage in me, don’t hurt me, but I always miss you, if [you} are reading, maybe smiling.

My mind is fully inspired these days, inspired by [you] always when I think in forget everything, like study, read, wake up early, I remember who [you] are, how many nights did you wake up early? I think since you was born, I like [you] as a great friend, as a great teacher that you are, as true guy, as a funny guy, as somebody who know me, maybe better than myself.

Always when I am sad, I tell [you], ok you are not God, not perfect, but you are strong and I wish I was like that.

My friend today was a great day and I need to tell you that, so this is my way and I hope [you] liked.
Hoje á tarde, o sol estava vermelho, reflectia no rio, era uma foto perfeita, que maravilha, fiquei sem palavras.

Mas uma voz um pouco mais longe já me chamava “anda, quero chegar a casa hoje!” era a minha mãe, ela não conseguiu perceber que a minha mente estava distante, olhei mais duas vezes para o sol, coloquei os phones do mp4 nos ouvidos e continuei a andar.

Uma música agradável nos ouvidos, numa lingua estranha chamada Árabe, juro que me fez lembrar de [ti].

Acho que estou maluca, ás vezes estou tão longe, não posso continuar assim, se estiveres a ler, talvez sorrias.

A minha mente anda muito inspirada estes dias, inspirada por [ti], sempre que penso em esquecer tudo, como estudar, ler, acordar cedo, lembro-me de quem és, quantas noites acordaste cedo? Acho que desde que nasceste, eu gosto de ti, como um óptimo professor, alguém verdadeiro, alguém divertido, alguém que me conhece, talvez melhor que eu mesma.

Sempre que estou triste, digo-te, ok não és Deus, não és perfeito, mas és forte como eu gostava de ser.

Meu amigo hoje foi um óptimo dia e tinha que te dizer isso, esta foi a forma de te dizer, espero que tenhas gostado.

Proud to be Your Friend

2011-01-30T20:03:00.000-08:00

I could not sleep without close my eyes

Like I could not smile without you every days

Feed my smile, clean my tears

I want to be with you for so many years

Oh walk in slow motion by my side

This live is our ride

Show me your hands, your fingers one by one

Don’t let me be alone

I want to be with you

Like paper and glue

How many maps to tell us we are far

How many reasons to create a war

How many words to say

There is coming the night, here is rising the day

I’m crazy and nobody wants to understand

Our friendship will never end

Let the night go and the day rise

They will never realize

Oh time, oh life, oh friend

The time and the life will pass but our friendship will never end

I would like to dedicate this mensage to a special friend

Is a guy, he deserve, he is the friend i wouldnt like to lost never

This ( :D ) is his mark, the way he lives even if he is sad or sick or tired, he always leave me a ( :D ) as gift

Time to say thanks

2011-01-15T11:36:00.000-08:00

A few days ago i was walking around, looking to the peoples and thinking about one hundred things .

The time passed fast, I thought, I can look and find errors, but am I best? , so I stop looking, and start acting, and I was also a mistake and was doing everything wrong for half of the peoples.

Was morning, was sun, wasn’t cold, but everybody including me was wearing jackets, because the last day was raining, that gave me a fast conclusion, most part of the peoples can’t believe tomorrow will be better, will be sun.

Next time I will get a notebook with me, because I was so inspired, and I must say thanks to some peoples who inspired me.

Talking about “say thanks”, can you count how many peoples you know who can’t say that word? I cannot, they are a lot, so next time when you wake up, don’t say its cold or will rain when you are into the bed, and say thanks because you can be the best and can do sun in your day.

If you don’t believe, read “The Secret”, and thank you to who told me one hundred times to read that book, Alex.

Thanks to friends such as like Moura MC , The genius , and Al3 … are a lot but I cant remember all the names in same seconds…

Thanks for read.

Será...

2010-12-27T02:28:00.001-08:00

Não sei faz frio ou fui eu quem congelou

Não sei ele ainda olha ou fui eu quem olhou

Não sei se o tempo pára ou se o relógio me enganou

Vejo números no calendário por ordem crescente

Não sei se foi devagar ou derrepente

Senti um calafrio, medo e vontade

Será que amo ou procuro a liberdade

Diz-me... onde se esconde o que procuro

Diz-me... como é viver desse lado do muro

Não suporto mais, a flecha já me atingiu

E sabes que mais, o cupido fugiu

Agora procuro o amor

Encontro a dor

Procuro o segredo

Recebo visitas do medo

Neste caminho procuro um atalho

A saudade contínua o seu trabalho

De volta ao blog...

2010-12-22T22:03:00.000-08:00

De volta ao blog com ideias, pouca inspiração e saudades do inspirador [ele sabe quem é].

Entretando fora do mundo cibernético, chegaram as férias, hoje faz um frio de rachar e começou a chover, o Natal está perto e mesmo com a crise as pessoas andam doidas com sacos atrás, de loja em loja, se não fosse isto Portugal até me admirava, lembraram-se agora que faz frio e chuva e que os sem abrigo existem, querem ser todos bonzinhos então são solidários por conveniência, não duvido que eles fiquem gratos mas não deixa de ser hipócrita.

Mas enfim, deste lado do atlântico num país á beira-mar também chegou um tornado, em Tomar, que fez chover as promessas dos politicos [não me enganei, e sim disse promessas porque não passam disso].

Agora como as eleições para presidente da república estão perto, chegou a altura de quem não quer ouvir discursos repetidos, desligar a TV na hora do telejornal. Todo o politico nesta altura do ano tem que ter uma boa promessa, não interessa que não cumpra, o que é o mais certo, o que interessa é falar, mesmo sem ter nada a dizer, pensando bem todos eles têm que falar, mesmo que a intenção seja dar alguma novidade, não creio que isso aconteça, neste país já nada é novo nem surpreendente.

Mesmo que venha na capa de um jornal que um homem assassinou 20 pessoas, ou que este ou aquele foi roubado, as pessoas lêem como se tratasse do horóscopo.

Quem me diz...

2010-12-10T22:34:00.001-08:00

Esse olhar ardente queima o meu ser,

O meu coração não bate, corre para viver.

Será que é magia, ou será que é normal,

Ou são fantasias de um espirito mortal.

Porque é que os meus olhos choram e o relógio me controla

Isso eu não aprendi na escola

Mas o que é o amor?

O que é a dor?

A fantasia e a ilusão?

Será que é real ou tudo é ficção?

Será que se chama frio ou calor esta sensação?

Será amor ou paixão?

Tristeza ou saudade?

Amor ou liberdade?

Eu só quero saber,

quem me pode responder.

Um sábio ou aquele Deus?

os teus olhos ou os meus.

[antes eu era o cúpido, hoje cravaram em mim a seta, sou eu, pobre alma de poeta]

O meu vicio

2010-11-27T21:23:00.001-08:00

O meu vicio és tu, [o teu sorriso, a tua respiração, as tuas expressões] ainda te lembras de todo aquele tempo [48h], agora que te foste um dia são três , espero que voltes outra vez [entretanto, um dia são três] .

A tua voz demora a voltar, agora apenas uns phones nos ouvidos [In the End – Linkin Park] nada acabou, não sei o que começou mas este som faz-me lembrar de ti [has something you should know, i’ve put my trust in you].

Impressionante como a saudade trás memórias, como músicas contam histórias, ouvi algures numa música que quando se quer alguma coisa todo o Universo conspira para que aconteça, será que é verdade? [se for deixo de acreditar no Pai Natal, deixo de fazer pedidos só em Dezembro]

São 5:15 da manhã, devia dormir e a culpa é tua [sai do meu pensamento, só até ás 9:00, assim pode ser que durma] Áh nem acredito nisto, daqui a pouco o meu subconsciente vai me fazer sonhar, em sonhos vou usar o gerúndio.

Se a telepatia existe, espero que funcione agora, que sorrias enquanto lês, mesmo morto de cansaso.

[Oh tu, que me faz rir, sonhar, que lê os copy paste de conversas alheias, que me faz rir do nada e comer na frente do computador, que me faz dormir das 18h ás 22h, com o despertador programado e computador ligado, quando eu não venho e leio as mensagens demanhã antes de desligar tudo.]

Bj :D

Caminho de Fumo

2010-11-21T14:35:00.000-08:00

Percorri passo a passo essa estrada de fumo... Até que me intoxiquei e perdi o rumo, sem sinal de esperança, nem rasto do resto dos teus pés.

Deitei-me no chão, olhei para o céu, coberto de negro como a minha dor, olhei ao meu redor, procurava um pouco de ti, enquanto lentamente me perdia, já não sabia, se era noite, se era dia.

Choveu e eu não me molhei, fez frio e eu não senti, o Sol brilhou e eu não vi, e por fim nevou, mas o meu coração era gelo, quando o Sol voltou, derreteu, com o tempo vi desfeito um coração que nunca foi meu.

Emprestei a minha alma, pediram-me que tivesse calma, que ela regressaria até mim, não sei quando tudo começou mas estava á espera do fim.

Saudade

2010-11-16T12:09:00.000-08:00

Passam-se os dias e a saudade chora como o fado nas cordas de uma guitarra, alimento a vontade de te ver entre as formas estranhas das nuvens do céu azul, que ao anoitecer fica estrelado, cada estrela com o seu brilho mas nenhuma brilha por ti porque tu és o Sol, um dia foste estrela cadente, o teu olhar de fogo desfez o meu coração.

Ouvi na rádio que as previsões metereológicas para os próximos dias iam ser de frio intenso, gelei, eu e o frio sem ti.

Aquece a minha alma, breve é Natal, queria um presente, não se compra, não se vende,não se empresta,não se compara,não se promete, é bom dado no frio, ao sabor do vento, na alegria e na despedida da tristeza.

Contemplas o frio, a saudade tambem te visita, sei que ela te fala de mim, que te suspira ao ouvido, mas o nome dela é saudade, viaja sozinha e apenas te leva pedaços da minha alma.

Oh saudade, não sejas cruel comigo, traz-me mais que suspiros, deixa-me voar, quero ir contigo quando o visitas, podes me abandonar assim que chegar-mos ao destino, deves ter muita gente para visitar, se me levares não te peço mais nada, não escrevo poemas, não digo o nome dele nunca mais.

Saudade, tu fazes falta, mas ele faz mais, porque eu tenho saudades dele, tu visitas-me por isso.

Bom trabalho saudade.

Onde te escondes?

2010-11-14T10:47:00.000-08:00

Deixa-me saber para onde foram as tuas pegadas que o mar apagou da areia, para onde foram os teus olhares, sorrisos, sonhos, ilusões, palavras, suspiros... Quero saber para onde foi cada pedaço de ti.

Esta noite para lá da janela, chovia a potes, gota por gota, direitinhas como se tivessem combinado, tão perfeitas com o brilho dos teus olhos, espontâneas como o teu sorriso, até na chuva eu te vejo.

Diz-me onde estás, onde se esconde essa tua magia, mágico, como magia fizeste a minha pulsação acelarar, olhei, não disse nada, eras tu, não te descrevo por não o saber fazer, é impossível, a beleza é abstracta, nem todos os olhares a reconhecem, eu olhei, gostei, e agora? Diz-me... És rei, tens todo este trono, agora abre a masmorra que aprisiona a minha ilusão, deixa-me ser livre, ver tudo o que escodes, revela-te um mágico sem capa, sem medo, sem segredos.

És como narciso, contempla a própria beleza, eu sou o lago, porque será que não acreditas em mim?... Revelo-te o mais intimo dos meus segredos, sou eu, quem olhou para ti, não disse nada mas tu ouviste o que eu queria dizer, sou eu, Afrodite.

A culpa é do filme

2010-11-06T22:32:00.000-07:00

Esta noite vi um filme, de luzes apagadas, no silêncio da noite, durou a noite toda, era drama, um filme asiático com cenas românticas [os meus olhos ficaram molhados na parte do beijo], todas falas pareciam ter a tua voz [apesar de não entender nada sem legendas], sonhei vezes sem conta de cena em cena mas era um filme, pensei em enviar-te uma mensagem mas era tarde.

Durou algumas horas, são seis da manhã e o Sol vai nascer em breve.

To see your face, to hear your voice and all to touch you...[se entendesse equações como entendi essa música, I was better today].

Nunca a ficção foi tão real, nunca vivi um filme, até hoje me limitei a assistir, existe uma primeira vez para tudo, foi a primeira vez que a noite me fez sonhar, que um filme me fez pensar, que uma música me fez sorrir, então a vida fez-se arte.