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Preciso do cheiro da tua peleNão fales, não olhes para mim...
Aliás, fecha os olhos
Dá me só dois segundos! enquanto eu sinto o teu respirar ofegante
no meu lábio húmido.
Deixa-me passar a mão pela tua barba por fazer
Enquanto a outra vagueia entre o teu peito e os teus ombros.
Não tenho coragem...
Sinto o teu corpo estremecer quando hesitante suspiro no teu pescoço
perto da tua orelha...
Abres os olhos, traído,
pegas na minha mão, como quem se defende de um estalo.
e afastas o teu corpo do meu
Quero dizer algo engraçado, para esconder o meu embaraço,
mas as minhas faces ruborizam-se
e os meus olhos se enchem de lagrimas
antes mesmo que o som saia da minha boca entreaberta.
Fitas-me, encaras-me nos olhos, incrédulo, num segundo que dura horas.
Quero morrer de vergonha e a todo o custo procuro a minha cara impassível e estóica.
Mas as pernas querem ceder-se-me debaixo desta sens
Dark HorseIt didn't even feel like falling.
The air around us was so light.
Might as well have been dying.
Gravity suddenly reversing.
While in my head I took flight.
Charming doesn't quite describe it.
Wilting? Old-fashioned? maybe fusty.
With no need for a friend like me.
You just catered to your hollow.
I made you out to be this dark horse.
Expecting the unexpected from you.
'cause between us I felt this intense force.
Except in my heart deep down I knew,
You were no knight in shining armor.
Now you've dropped it on the floor.
But once given, no takebacks, no encores,
A broken heart won't grow back, there's no cure.
Although with smiles I proceed and pretend
Some things, alas! You cannot mend.
Blue RoomI, I sleep in your bed
but now it don't feel the same
for you, was it just pretend?
were we always only friends?
In your blue room
he, he came into your life
I helped him tell you something nice
you knew he was quite the catch
even I thought he was a match
in your blue room
but the softness of your skin, I can still remember
the sweet smell of your head just under the covers.
You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone
and I, I sleep in your bed
but it don't feel the same
You, after all the times we shared
still belong to another man
in your blue room
Cold Polite WestNo sleep
In the desert of your eyes.
That deep stare down
A duel of hearts
Where the last man standing
Is no winner at all...
Whips to the flesh
Cut deep through the soul
In this silent bloodshed
Both aiming for the heart
Stone cold killers
LustHe gently brushed his palm against my cheek,
slided his hand to my neck in a gentle carress.
He leaned in, and kissed me...
My whole body shivered,
it felt like like I was magnetically being pulled towards him,
my lips pressed against his,
feeling the warmth of his body so close to mine,
when he pulled away he gently said to my ear:
"this is your christmas gift"
And the thrill I felt at that exact moment
left me happier than any christmas gift ever could.
My gift was lust...
So quem ja teve amigos?Só quem já teve amigos sabe o que é perdê-los...?
Ao relembrar o passado com melancolia, surgem me muitas interrogações sobre a natureza do meu pensamento e do meu sentimento:
Será pelas condições melhores do "antigamente"?
ou só pelo apego à melancolia...
Será o sentimento interno, a percepção das situações, mais importante do que as próprias pessoas com quem foram vividas?
Ao relembrar simpatias, amores, amarguras, rancores, não estarei a misturar factos com ficção?
Estarei a escrever o meu próprio conto de "fados", dando me ao direito de terminar cada capítulo com um conceito moralista numa história que divido com tão grande precisão?
E as Moiras, entretêm-se com estes meus contos ... tecendo lentamente os filamentos dourados da teia das existências pela roda da fortuna...
«... terei sido realmente a pess
Sonhei esta noite, não sei se era uma recordação, ou uma confabulação da minha mente...
E neste sonho via me a mim, e via te a ti...
na véspera da tua partida... e sentada, calma e sorridente, aceitava, passivamente as tuas palavras de despedida...
E no sonho, que era uma sonho mas era a minha vida também, calmamente entendi... que eu, por mais calma e sorridente que tenha sido, nunca soube esperar pelo regresso de ninguém.
com a minha fé limitada ao alcance da minha cabeça de pássaro, nunca quis perceber que as pessoas mudam, e que uma despedida, pode ser o início de uma grande amizade.
nem que uma grande amizade pode ser o início de um grande amor...
esse amor que sempre temi encontrar, aquele que nasce do tempo...
Só hoje, porque não durmo, entendo que por mais calma e sorridente que tenha sido no passado, sempre lutei contra as despedidas...
Apercebo me que sempre tive medo dessa grande amizade...
I Miss YouI Cant sleep
I Cant stop crying
I know nothing good ever came from despair
But what can I do?
I feel like theres nothing I can do or say
That would change the way
You feel about me now
I wish I was myself again
I wish youd trust me as your dear friend
I wish I could stand my reflection in the mirror
I wish you could make love to me one last time
I wish youd hold me like before and say:
Its gonna be alright like you mean it
The tears wont stop
Ive been holding them in for far too long
And now they wont stop
I wish I knew whats wrong
I wish I had someone to tell me
what to do or say to stop this pain I feel.
Even from afar, I love to see you happy
I love to see how youve grown confident and strong
Only now you dont even see me
Its like I had never existed
Or like youre shutting me out
Of your perfect little world
Or maybe Im th
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
Sleeping VolcanoWhen you kiss me
thousand little needles
pierce my skin
delight and pain
both burning calmly
like sleeping volcano
slowly consumed by
heat and fire
and I bleed
poison and nectar
embraced by your need
and even if
we grow distant and old
fire burns out and lava turns to stone
my blood keeps
screaming for your lips
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
Esperei uma eternidade para te ver passar...
Esperei uma eternidade para te ver passar...
E quando chegaste, ainda à distância, sorriste, e o tempo parou.
Olhaste me no fundo dos olhos e deixaste me com arrepios na espinha...
Sem nunca perceberes que tinhas estado no meu coração esta eternidade,
que ele acelerou quando te deixaste abraçar.
E que quase parou quando foste embora
sem me dares a esperança de te poder voltar a ver.
Tinhas tido um dia, uma semana, um mês, um semestre louco,
E ainda me perguntaste com tanta paciência como estava a minha vida louca.
Ouviste me falar e desconversar o tempo todo
Sem nunca desconfiares de que o que eu queria era comunicar contigo sem palavras
e que ansiava pelo toque da tua pele, como o deserto por água,
e pelo sopro do teu fôlego ao meu ouvido como a canção mais doce da noite.
Por mais que sempre me tenhas pedido para te contar o que sinto e o que vivo,
Ainda não estás preparado para me ouvires falar do como me fazes sen
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