Write Your Own History

 

I feel Nostalgic

But it is not a bad thing

Remembering and not be sad

Talking and not feel sorry

 

It is a process

To change myself

Don’t feel guilty

Continue living

 

There is still a dream

Behind this wall

Things to do

Give everything of me

So it will be worth

 

Life has shown

She is by my side

Fighting and providing

The opportunities to grow

 

The everlasting love fairy tale

Is over                      Is done

Going Back to Light

After a lot of time I decided to write again.
Maybe because after so much time I feel like complete even being incomplete. Even though the past is not heal at all.
Watching ‘The Lake House’ and drinking some beer…I was excited again about love and life.
Actually a lot of things are taking me back to my memories and how excited I could be about sometihng new and new ideas.
I’m wirting down my ideas as also a way to bring my feelings not understood by me.
Maybe even my medicines are working. Being depressed is not good.
Soon I will be posting my new lyrics.

Get Over

I’ve tried not to think
But every word I wrote
Bring me back to it

The songs I hear
It’s all in my dreams
This empty space is not
And will never be filled

How could I be such selfish
And son’t even care about me
To enjoy every little bit of it
And want to finish with everything

That was our last time
I cried after we made love
We slept together and I asked you to stay
After five months I was still waiting

Hearing from your mouth by the phone
It was over
And that felling of hope
I carried on my shoulder
That was quite hard
But there is a big emotion still

I can be depressed, I can burst into tears
But you won’t be back, I wouldn’t have you here
Need to walk on my own feet
To learn and get over it
Even though it was good
It’s more than necessary to think about me

Rito de passagem

Um peixe saiu do oceano e criou pernas
E quando percebeu que tinha língua saiu falando
(uma pena não saber para onde você esta correndo)
Com tantos milhões de anos que se passou

Depois de 23 posso dizer que meus olhos estão se abrindo
(mesmo que isso tenha acontecido depois do meu nascimento)


Sou só um corpo com cheiro de pele
Quem é o artista que comanda minhas atitudes
E o escritor que escreve o que tenho que dizer?

Porque fica tão mais fácil fingir que não é minha a culpa
De tanto coisa que fiz ou falei

Bata-me com luz entre cores e preto e branco
(respirar fora do mar é bem mais difícil)

Até que você me viu nos seus sonhos
E quis me fazer a sua semelhança
Um risco que você sempre vai ter que correr

Ver as cinzas se tornando em prédios
Isso muda tão rápido que me faz sentir preguiçoso