domingo, 6 de dezembro de 1998

To Andreia

Running away from darkness,

Despair and sadness I my mind…

Trying to reach the brightness,

Hopeless I my tries to find…


To find someone not perfect,

Just someone to make me smile…

To tell me there is sunset,

To tell me there is life…


These are simple actions,

Actions that bring me hope…

Hope there’s someone different,

Who’ll set free my emotions…


It was breaking, my rope,

Nothing I said I meant…

Just until that moment,

The moment I met you!

terça-feira, 1 de dezembro de 1998

Run Through

As I run through,

Trough a street so dark,

Trough a mind so empty,

Trough a life that didn’t start…

Run, run, don’t look back…


Keep on…Go on…

The way is ahead.

Follow your life, your dream…

Run, run, don’t loose your head.


All ways have bumps,

Don’t avoid go through,

Through darkness, through emptiness…

Run, run, gotta find what’s true.


The bumps make you cry…

The bumps make you feel…

The bumps make you lie…

The bumps make you live…

Run, run, but run through…

terça-feira, 10 de novembro de 1998

Friends...

Friends, no longer exist
Just people you get along with
I can’t seem to find a twin soul
Someone who could fulfill me whole...

In this world there’s nothing,
In this world there’s everything.
There’s no courage, dreams, passion...
But plenty of hate, indifference, sadness...

My brain is crooked, my head confused...
Like a bloody madman, crying out,
Crying out for love, for understanding...
Helpless tries, no one cares...

So I’ll be here walking,
Walking in the night,
Abandoned in the rain…
I’ll be here...
All by myself...
Suffering quietly...

domingo, 8 de novembro de 1998

Strange state of mind

Lying here in complete misery,

Waiting for the good times

To make up for the bad times,

Hoping for truth to replace lies…


What’s this state of mind,

Where no one I can find?

Only with me I can count

Like I was the last boy scout…


The rain is pouring in their heads,

In the heads of the ones

That no harm have done…

But still have no guts to stand.

quinta-feira, 8 de outubro de 1998

My troubled mind

When the heart gets hurt

Over and over and over again,

A question crosses my troubled mind:

If the heart gets used to this pain!


When people say with conviction

That their feelings won’t be hurt,

No more, no more for that…

New situation… brings dissolution.


Don’t be sad, it’s nature

There’s no medicine, there’s no cure

Hope for the best, take all as a gift

The rest will come…

… Will come for itself.

quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 1998

Time and place II

A lot of time went by,

I can feel the changes within.

My thoughts, my actions…

Still the same, different executions,

Same words, different luck,

Same body, different look,

Same music, different lyrics,

Same kisses, different bitches,

Same parents, now they cry…

Same friends who help me by,

But one of them made me die.

terça-feira, 8 de setembro de 1998

Loose canon

This world isn’t for me

People don’t mean the word we,

They only know themselves

Screw everybody else…


Forgotten words, forgotten feelings,

Who are now these beings?

Beings who cannot love or cherish

But sooner or later they will perish…


I am a loose canon

Waiting to explode,

No barrier, no human

My rage can hold…


Separated by the differences

The society has imposed,

I follow my senses…

They follow fashion jerks.