The Hardest Part

Getting older and wiser is a tad hard. Nah, it's so damn difficult! Why the hell the day comes when you realize that thing that annoyed you so much concerning others is just really your issue? 




Changing is the hardest trick we will ever have to perform.

Ballad of the sad hometown

I was born and have lived in Rio since the time when you could tell the difference between seasons. As a kid, I used to play in front of my building, no paranoia, no fear. I couldn't feel people were afraid of others, maybe because I was just a child, but I think we can just feel some things better when we are youngsters… 

As I grew older, I noticed how people got more indifferent and their hearts became harder. Nowadays there are no springs, falls, or winters. We have an insisting summer, so constant it annoys. It got really common to see individuals sleeping on the streets, everywhere. Their bodies lie there like sand bags, in the dirt like they were part of it. It’s the most disturbing scene one could see, but somehow we just got used to it – as if it was possible. 

I was coming from the movies today when I saw this protuberance on some corner of the street, it wasn’t moving or anything. I was just there: silent, therefore insignificant to others. As I squinted and took a better look at it, I realized it wasn’t a lump. It was a man. I had confused a man with garbage. Sad thing is I know it’s this ordinary thing for us to move on and never think about others to the point of not seeing them anymore.

Maybe we should think things over and consider we, who ignore, are the garbage.

Old age

I guess that's what people mean when they refer to old age: if I'm not complaining, I don't have much to say.

Or do I?

Too happy to post.

Dear santa

- C'mon Santa, I've been a nice girl and even ate all my vegetables!!

Thanks

Perfect timing is everything.

Cutting to the chase

I do. Already. Always.

Fairy Irony

- Although she wants the damn prince so badly, what she really needs is a friggin' wake up call.

So naive.

3rd Track

" You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking"

Packing. Daydreaming. Packing. Daydreaming.
Packing. Daydreaming. Packing. Daydreaming.
Packing. Daydreaming. Packing. Daydreaming.
She stands stark naked and she beckons you to bed
don't go, you'll only want to come back again
Packing. Daydreaming. Packing. Daydreaming.
Packing. Daydreaming. Packing. Daydreaming.
Packing. Daydreaming. Packing. Daydreaming.

Would you take my hand and show me?

Truth is: if you don't belong to me and I don't belong to you,

we're only floating in the damn space attached to this uneven rock we like to call planet.
One day, there will be another rock coming in its direction,
or it might overheat and end with our existence.
So why the heck don't you hurry up?

Tick Tack

I've never known the man who loved me.

Is your time also passing you by?

Unloved

Do you remember when we thought it could be forever?
We didn't know 'forever' always ends.

Pornograffiti

Without a little pornography even poetry would be stressed out.

image by Leela/2005 (Click on it to resize)

Doing some more crying in the rain

I guess it will never stop raining again. Good, I hope I can always hide near the building and ruin my hair in the rain, but let all bad out.
I've-got-my-pride-and-I-know-I-could-hide-all-my -sorrow-and-pain.

The real bitch about being down, is that you know you'll be up eventually, and even being aware of that can't just get up and move on. I mean, I can't. There's always someone to criticize me about it. So I just decided stop speaking - for God knows how long. No sound, but the strictly necessary, will come out from this weird crooked mouth of mine.

I remebered these people that like to judge everything others do. I think I'm just too dumb for this life-business, don't know how to hide feelings, play THE game (I don't even know what the heck people are refering to when they mention it). It's simple as that: If I'm happy, I smile. If I'm sad, I cry, I mean what I say and only say someting if I mean it. See nothing wrong with that - which is exactly what goes wrong with me. I see nothing unusual. Anyway, I do get tired of myself as well, so why shouldn't others?

Tonight all I wanted was wine, see snow outside, a huge chocolate bar and Daniel Brühl (What's taking him so long anyway?).

Over and over

It's morning again and the room looks the same. Every friggin' piece of furniture just standing there like laughing at me. Every part hurts because I've been working the whole night - and I'm not finished. Every piece of me aches, but nothing compared to that hidden, locked, chocked feeling I have inside.

The sky was pink during the night and now it gets this blue shade, greyish. It pains me to know that's going to be difficult every day. So much I can't stand right now: the fact that's morning one more time, there is no hand to pull me off this chair and put me in bed to sleep, my body fails on me and I have to close my eyes for 0ne or two hours, and the worse; there will be no feet under my blanket to warm mine.
It's morning again and the birds sing in their ignorance. They don't know for me it's the same day, I'll work untill I pass out and I'll remember I can't do it anymore. I'll suddenly realize one more time, I don't like to be around people. I also know it's the biggest fat lie I tell. Through my teeth I repeat that.
It's morning again, and no one knows I think everyone makes such a difference in the world. Nobody knows I wish we all could smile more often and all the days could be the happiest.
It's morning again, and I still don't think there will someone for me in the world.
It's morning again, and from here I can overhear a woman crying somewhere in the neighbourhood.
It's morning again. The same day awakes and I, lonely, sleep.

All I need

I'm the next act
waiting in the wings
I'm an animal
Trapped in your hot car
I am all the days
that you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You are all I need
I'm in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I am a moth
who just wants to share your light
I'm just an insect
trying to get out of the night

I only stick with you
because there are no others

You are all I need
You are all I need
I'm in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all wrong

[All I need - Radiohead]

Feeling Polly-Jean-like

You're not rid of me

[Lick my legs, I'm on fire.
Lick my legs of desire]

Ms. Polly Jean knows it all.

- What about your last name?

- You want to know what my last name is?

- Yeah.

- A friggin' irony from above. That's what it is.

***

Rabbit in your headlights - UNKLE feat. Thom Yorke

A great song and a video that translates a state of mind.

[Mesma bosta em português]

[You look so fine]

"Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained."

- William Blake

I wish I were a dog to be called beautiful over and over by everyone on the street

and to be overkissed on the head aswell.

-I WANNA BE YOUR DOG-

... So I don't sleep at all.

The darkness closes itself over me and I almost feel you there. My hands slip down the blanket and next thing I know it's morning again.

Such a waste.

When you're gone I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to sleep.

Nice girls only get screwed over.
Truth be told.

- I wanna be hot, you know?

- And you think you're not?!


He's different. Good different.

It's a test. One of those to check if things are working. It seems to be just it. But so is life: a friggin' test to see if things are working. The irony is that in the end, you always end up proving yourself they weren't. There are a lot of improvements to be done, for sure. But the real deal is something really close to what you see. Missing some graphics and some NADSAT vocab to get things going.