Waking up!

Today I woke up dreaming
And what a pretty dream it was
I guess that's why I'm still lying,
not wanting to let it go...

But now is the time for living
And I'll make this life
the best dream that ever was!

*Dedicaded to B*
Sorry, it isn't as good as you deserve!
One day,i'll make you a better one*

You know..I miss you a lot...

I miss when we talked for hours in the net

I miss when you used to tell me (at 5 am) "Go to bed!"
And I would reply "Yes daddy!"

I miss when we used to talk about the stupid things we were doing...
Like I was eating Ramen while watching Naruto and you were doing your laundry XD

I miss when you talked about your chores: Laundry, cleaning your room, cleaning the kitchen..
And when you ended up doing none of them!

I miss when I had to wait for you an hour because you just got up at 3 pm and decided to watch television to kill time!!!
Or to kill me, I don't know...

I miss when we talked for hours and hours about the good things life has and the way you would always stick to your pesssimism and never convert to my happy way of seing things

I miss never agreeing with you

I miss when we talked about hot babes and hunky men.

I miss when you used to swear that you were going (cofcof) to pass to every subject and you were going (cofcofcof) to gain a bunch of muscles like Taylor Lautner from the movie New moon

I miss your sexiness (you really shoudn't had cut your hair)

I miss when I used to tell you that you were hot and you would never believe me
I miss you not realizing how gourgeous you were/are

I miss you being mad with me all the time for the most stupid things, and never letting it go for weeks but KEEP TALKING TO ME STILL!

I miss falling asleep in front of the computer and you getting really mad because I wasn't answering you

I miss getting hurt while dancing like crazy and going against tables and chairs and you laughing like mad at my misfortune for a week

I miss you telling me to shut up when I had said nothing
I miss telling you "whatever" after that

I miss when you talked about your life in your hometown: your friends, the beach...

I miss when we used to show each other stupid things on the net, usually youtube videos...

I miss when we would talk about the music you liked and I would say it was great just to make you happy ( please don't kill me??)
I miss when we would talk about the music I liked and you would say it sucked..-.-'

I miss getting invited to dinner at your house and ending up doing all the cooking

I miss you almost strugling me when I tried to take your picture

And I miss you running away from me when I attacked you with hugs and kisses

I truly, truly miss you!

='(((

Linhas confusas...

Olhos desfocados traçam linhas confusas,
procurando o seu centro perdido...
O centro puxa-os como um íman,
mas eles estão confusos...
E os olhos acham-no, finalmente...
Imediatamente viram pólos,
afastando-se pois,
abruptamente...
Mas não param,
nem por um minuto,
nem por um segundo...
Agora perfuram,
cortam,
rasgam,
vêem para lá de obstáculos,
objectos,
muros
e paredes...
Fixam-te profundamente,
devoram-te por completo:
tudo o que tu és,
tudo o que emanas,
tudo o que serás
e tudo o que profanas.

Réveiller en flames

C'est vrai que je pense à toi
Tout les heures je pense à toi
Tout les temps je rêve avec toi
C'est vrai que je rêve avec toi
Si je t'aime, je ne sais pas...
Mais je t'adore...
Oh oui! Je t'adore beaucoup!
Ma peur dans mes yeux
Ton feu dans ma peau
Mes lèvres dans ta face
Et je te regarde...
Et je pense à toi...
Et je rêve...
Oh oui, je rêve beaucoup!

Conversas nocturnas...

Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:29):
*sabes de uma coisa??
*I HATE POLITENESS
Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:30):
*é acima de tudo um fingimento
*uma simpatia falsa
*é uma coisa que não existe
Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:31):
*só está lá para o "parecer"
*não para o "ser"
*não para a verdade
Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:32):
*está lá para cobrir a crueldade sem contudo deixar de a própria o ser
*mas poucos o vêm
Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:33):
*e muitos são cegos...
Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:34):
*é por isso que sabe tão bem não saber
*não entender
*não captar
*são felizes aqueles que vivem na ignorância
Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:36):
*e quem me dera ser ignorante
*seria feliz talvez...
*o conhecimento traz sofrimento
*e nunca poderias sentir falta daquilo que nunca tiveste...
Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:38):
*pensar é dizer "não", ou seja, é impores-te, é lutares
*e é perderes também
Soniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii disse (5:39):
*e é caíres e magoares-te
*pensar doí
*e eu não quero pensar mais...

Embora me desafies a paciência...

I can not put this crap into words
It hurts so much…
To be perfect for such a long time
Not perfect, but certainly flawless
And then, make a mistake you’ll regret for your whole life
You need a lot of time to someone get to trust you…
And only a minute, a second if so
To break the bridge and everything go under water…
The colours are washed out, leaving a really sad grey…
Your breath gets cut and you can not move either…
You’ve turned into stone but the pain still burns like fire…
And this taste of misery?
This feeling that nothing will ever be the same again?
Nothing matters anymore…
I just want to scream for forgiveness
And pray that someone will hear…
And maybe, forgive this horrible mistake…

Lost memories...

When someone sings:
Tomorrow,the day will shine with sorrow,
I will be here crying in pain..
But as it passes by
with lines no more than lies
it stays so still that hurts inside
and with time
it goes by
it goes by
and goes so far away
that tomorrow someone will say:
The pain was scared away
And i'm no more in pain
And the day will rise and shine
With happiness that fulfilled us inside
And we'll wake up
together
As truly best friends
And say to eacth other:
it passed away and there will stay.

Genérico

Ruídos regentes
de fundo universal
tapam as rachaduras do tipo e do lógico.
Ouvintes embevecidos cambaleiam consoante o som que agora seguem
Usando os ouvidos como portas
e o cérebro como cidade itinerante
Viajam para o desconhecido
E voltam sem, talvez, o terem encontrado.
Toque,
o despertador desta multidão
que de repente acorda todos e todos acorda.
Gente em massa se levanta
e vai-se embora...