+ my graveyard of poems + --- white realm --- version 2.0 -------------------------- +

quinta-feira, outubro 31, 2002

Morrer, dormir, n�o mais: termina a vida
E com ela terminam nossas dores,
Um punhado de terra, algumas flores
E �s vezes uma l�grima fingida.

Sim, minha morte n�o ser� sentida,
N�o deixo amigos e nem tive amores!
Ou se os tive, mostraram-se traidores,
Algozes vis de uma alma consumida.

Tudo � pobre no mundo; que me importa
Que ele amanh� se esb�roe e que desabe
Se a natureza para mim est� morta!

� tempo j� que o meu ex�lio acabe;
Vem, pois, � morte, ao nada me transporta!
Morrer, dormir, talvez sonhar, quem sabe?

(Francisco Otaviano)

- 10:24 AM -

terça-feira, outubro 29, 2002

Two For Tragedy

Sleep Eden sleep
My fallen son
Slumber in peace

Cease the pain
Life`s just in vain
For us to gain
Nothing but all the same

No healing hand
For your disease
Drinking scorn like water
Cascading with my tears

Beneath the candle bed
Two saddened angels-in heaven, in death

Now let us lie
Sad we lived sad we die
Even in your pride
I never blamed you

A mother`s love
Is a sacrifice
Together sleeping
Keeping it all

No sympathy
No eternity
One light for each undeserved tear

Beneath the candle bed
Two souls with everything yet to be said

(Nightwish)

- 10:13 AM -

segunda-feira, outubro 28, 2002

N�o temo a morte: prefiro
esse fato inelut�vel
ao outro que me foi imposto
no dia do meu nascimento.
Que � a vida?
Um bem que me confiaram
sem me consultar
e que restituirei
com indiferen�a

(Omar Khayyam)

- 3:31 PM -

sábado, outubro 26, 2002

Use Me

use me, I'm beautiful
take me, I'm yours
hurt me, it feels like medicine
and all I deserve

people have funny things
swimming inside
they swing like pendulums
they turn like the tides

CHORUS
darling
I don't need money
I could be happy
with someone to love

oh what a crazy time
I've been a fool
on a wild ride to oblivion
I lost my mind

but with you it's understood
you make me feel strong
your arms look so powerful
when they hold me down

CHORUS

everyone looks dangerous
and no one keeps their promises
and I am always running
and you have your dark places
regretting
feeling
remembering
something

we never said (regretting)
we wish we said (something)
we should have said (regretting)
we could've said (something)

truly
I don't need money
or strangers to love me
no diamonds and pearls
or fast cars
designed for the rock stars

I could be happy
with someone to trust
someone to love
someone to trust

use me, I'm beautiful
take me, I'm yours

(Garbage)

- 12:50 AM -

sexta-feira, outubro 25, 2002

Cup of Coffee

They told me you don't love me
Over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crash into dust
I just let it fade away

I'm walking empty streets
Hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
The light on at your window
I know for sure that you're home
And I just have to pass on by
So no, of course, we can't be friends
Not while I'm still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends

I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging around bars at night wishing I had never been born
I give myself to anyone who wants to take me home

So no, of course, we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends

You left behind some clothes
My belly sommmersaults
And I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they're worried
I'm looking far too skinny
I stop returning all their calls

And no, of course, we can't be friends
Not while I'm still so obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don't say anything at all

It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me

(Garbage)

- 11:53 AM -

quinta-feira, outubro 24, 2002

Sinto �dio, sinto dor
Meu sangue ferve
Queria que em alguns segundos
Ele se esvaisse
Meu mundo acabasse
O sofrimento findasse
Nada mais eu sentiria
Por nada mais eu choraria
Por coisa alguma eu sofreria
Minhas cicatrizes n�o seriam
Abertas nem mexidas
O fim.
Sim.

- 11:40 AM -

quarta-feira, outubro 23, 2002

Dark wings

Why was I one of the chosen ones?
Until the fight I could not see
The magic and the strength of my power
It was beyond my wildest dreams

Dark wings they are descending
See shadows gathering around
One by one they are falling
Every time they try to strike us down

Don't you die on me
You haven't made your peace
Live life, breathe, breathe
Don't you die on me
You haven't made your peace
Live life, breathe, breathe

As they took your soul away
The night turned into the day
Blinded by your rays of life
Give us the strength we needed

(Within' Temptation)

- 11:27 AM -

terça-feira, outubro 22, 2002

Deep silent
Constant
The blackness
of my soul
are awake again
please, make me see
i'm dying
reborn
the light again.

- 1:46 PM -

segunda-feira, outubro 21, 2002

Beauty Of The Beast

Long Lost Love

Trees have dropped their leaves,
Clouds their waters
All this burden is killing me

Distance is covering your way,
Tears your memory
All this beauty is killing me

Oh, do you care,
I still feel for you
So aware,
What should be lost is there

I fear I will never find anyone
I know my greatest pain is yet to come
Will we find each other in the dark
My long lost love

One More Night To Live

Safely away from the world
In a dream, timeless domain
A child, dreamy eyed,
Mother's mirror, father's pride

I wish I could come back to you
Once again feel the rain
Falling inside me
Cleaning all that I've become

My home is far but the rest it lies so close
With my long lost love under the black rose
You told I had the eyes of a wolf
Search them and find the beauty of the beast

All of my songs can only be composed of the greatest of pains
Every single verse can only be born of the greatest of wishes
I wish I had one more night to live

A saint blessed me, drank me deeply
Spitting out the misery in me
Still a sinner rapes 1000 saints
Sharing the the same hell with me

Sanest choice in the insane world:
Beware the beast but beware the feast he offers

Christabel

"Oh, sweet Christabel. Share with me your poem.
For I know now, I'm a puppet on this silent stage show.
I'm but a poet who failed his best play.
A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending
To each of his poems."

(Nightwish)

- 12:00 PM -

sábado, outubro 19, 2002

A bleeding heart torn apart
Left on an icy grave
In the room where they once lay
Face to face
Nothing could get in their way
But now the memories of the man are haunting her days
And the craving never fades
She's still dreaming of a man
Long forgiven, but not forgotten
You're forgiven not forgotten

(The Corrs - Forgiven Not Forgotten)

- 1:00 AM -

sexta-feira, outubro 18, 2002

Se eu morresse amanh�

Se eu morresse amanh�, viria ao menos
Fechar meus olhos minha triste irm�;
Minha m�e de saudades morreria
Se eu morresse amanh�!

Quanta gl�ria pressinto em meu futuro!
Que aurora de porvir e que manh�!
Eu perdera chorando essas coroas
Se eu morresse amanh�!

Que sol! que c�u azul! que doce n'alva
Acorda a natureza mais lou��!
N�o me batera tanto amor no peito
Se eu morresse amanh�!

Mas essa dor da vida que devora
A �nsia de gl�ria, o dolorido af�...
A dor no peito emudecera ao menos
Se eu morresse amanh�!

(�lvares de Azevedo - 1855)

- 10:23 AM -

quarta-feira, outubro 16, 2002

my sweet boy
my sweetheart
why did you tear my world apart?
I told you my dreams
I gave you my love
my lust
my pain
Destiny is cruel
My tears falled down
Making wet the ground
Making sad every sound
I still wanting you back...

- 11:50 PM -

segunda-feira, outubro 14, 2002

An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
Beside the cross on your grave
And those forever burning candles

Needed elsewhere
To remind us of the shortness of your time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love tears of fear
Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows
Oh Lord why
The angels fall first?

Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by the lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light

Needed elsewhere...

Sing me a song
Of your beauty
Of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
Caress those whom we still need

Yesterday we shook hands
My friend
Today a moonbeam lightens my path
My guardian

(Nightwish - Angels Fall First)

- 10:41 AM -

domingo, outubro 13, 2002

My dreams are dead,
my eyes are red,
my hope is gone,
i'm all alone
a picture of you
appears in my wall
one sign of blue
one teardrop fall.

- 11:05 PM -

Our graveyard of poems is on. Enjoy it.

- 10:54 PM -

Without innocence the cross is only iron,
hope is only an illusion & Ocean Soul's nothing but a name...
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