Rain of petals
Thousands of petals will fall from the sky
And you will smile
You will catch them with the palms of your hands.
And many of them will caress your face
Gently
With the lightness of a velvet
You deserve this rain of petals.
My love
And if you want to shed a star
With the tear of your tears
I will not mind
Dance
My little ballerina
Touch my lips with your fingertips
Bring your chest closer to my
And feel my heart beat
When I'm with you
I feel so alive
I live too long to stop dreaming
I'm not afraid to move on.
If you're by my side
We will follow the horizon line together
You are my brilliant sun.
That shine
Even in the dark nights
More intense
When I'm with you
And I'm not afraid of anything.
But respect
The forces
From nature
With you I feel stronger
Each day
Your hands protect me
From any storm
Even those
That the eyes cry
You're my friend
My partner
I love you in every way
What a man can love
I do not see anyone but you
Maybe there's an angel between us
Consolidating the seed of our love
This rain of petals is just to say
That I love you
"I love you, more than these words can express
💙
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sábado, 2 de junho de 2018
Origami
Origami
I can bend my hands
And make a bird
Putting it on top of the clouds
So that he can fly
High up in the sky
I can also make a swan
And make it slide on a bright lake
If it folds me whole
I can make a heart
Red and kneaded
And from my tired eyes
I can fold them and turn them
On hummingbird wings
Stretched horizontally
As a transparent paper
I'm nothing
Nothing but an invisible risk
On the horizon
Folded in half
I am like a field of rye
Forming a victorious V
Proud of himself
Reaching the heavens with their own hands
If folded slowly
In small strips
A fan forms
And with the help of moving air
I become a kite
Flying free in the rainbow
Folded on a silver foil
I can form a small rocket
And to cross the space
And play the stars freely
With my silver arms
But if folded into a golden paper
It forms a beautiful lighted sun
What smiles for you
Right now I'm all folded.
Trying to find a way
To get your attention
Who knows, my hands bend over.
Forming a small box
To save your colored pencils
Or maybe in a small boat
To make you slide
In endless waves of love
💙
I can bend my hands
And make a bird
Putting it on top of the clouds
So that he can fly
High up in the sky
I can also make a swan
And make it slide on a bright lake
If it folds me whole
I can make a heart
Red and kneaded
And from my tired eyes
I can fold them and turn them
On hummingbird wings
Stretched horizontally
As a transparent paper
I'm nothing
Nothing but an invisible risk
On the horizon
Folded in half
I am like a field of rye
Forming a victorious V
Proud of himself
Reaching the heavens with their own hands
If folded slowly
In small strips
A fan forms
And with the help of moving air
I become a kite
Flying free in the rainbow
Folded on a silver foil
I can form a small rocket
And to cross the space
And play the stars freely
With my silver arms
But if folded into a golden paper
It forms a beautiful lighted sun
What smiles for you
Right now I'm all folded.
Trying to find a way
To get your attention
Who knows, my hands bend over.
Forming a small box
To save your colored pencils
Or maybe in a small boat
To make you slide
In endless waves of love
💙
Next station
Next station
For how long will you be wandering in this same station?
The black iron horse is passing by
Smoke from the nose
Spreading coal through the lungs
Galloping on an endless trail
Even the speed of sound can not reach it.
And you're standing there reading your paper last week.
Waiting for a miracle to happen
Your orange juice has already dried inside the glass
And nothing is left but the bitter memories left
Not even a good one of liquor would take away the bitterness that was in his tongue
In front of you is a tunnel, where the lights flash down
Like small fireflies in a deep cave
Listen to the noise of the rails that resonate with the symphony of the irons
See from afar the spark that jumps in the eyes of the curious
Who goes there?
Where does it come from?
It's just outsiders passing through our sights.
While you stand there, they pass by.
They thrive like ants in an anthill
They face the war every day
Battles lost, victorious, lonely, even cowards
The battle of each one
To have bread not to die of hunger
Be hungry for not die of bread
Have power make
So be
Be what you want
But do not stand there
Watching the train pass
Let this station rest from its circular steps
The steps you took around yourself
They took you nowhere.
You could have taken two rounds of the world.
And have known wonderful places
You could have met a lot more interesting people.
You could have stopped growing old.
More than you've aged
Do not give up, there's still time
Listen to the grunting of the rails
The black iron horse is passing by
At your station
Do not miss this train.
Throw away that old paper and that empty glass.
Just stretch your arm.
And he will stop for you.
Take off the knot of your tie
Breathe deeply
And have a good trip
Your life is passing you by now
💙
For how long will you be wandering in this same station?
The black iron horse is passing by
Smoke from the nose
Spreading coal through the lungs
Galloping on an endless trail
Even the speed of sound can not reach it.
And you're standing there reading your paper last week.
Waiting for a miracle to happen
Your orange juice has already dried inside the glass
And nothing is left but the bitter memories left
Not even a good one of liquor would take away the bitterness that was in his tongue
In front of you is a tunnel, where the lights flash down
Like small fireflies in a deep cave
Listen to the noise of the rails that resonate with the symphony of the irons
See from afar the spark that jumps in the eyes of the curious
Who goes there?
Where does it come from?
It's just outsiders passing through our sights.
While you stand there, they pass by.
They thrive like ants in an anthill
They face the war every day
Battles lost, victorious, lonely, even cowards
The battle of each one
To have bread not to die of hunger
Be hungry for not die of bread
Have power make
So be
Be what you want
But do not stand there
Watching the train pass
Let this station rest from its circular steps
The steps you took around yourself
They took you nowhere.
You could have taken two rounds of the world.
And have known wonderful places
You could have met a lot more interesting people.
You could have stopped growing old.
More than you've aged
Do not give up, there's still time
Listen to the grunting of the rails
The black iron horse is passing by
At your station
Do not miss this train.
Throw away that old paper and that empty glass.
Just stretch your arm.
And he will stop for you.
Take off the knot of your tie
Breathe deeply
And have a good trip
Your life is passing you by now
💙
Awakens
Awakens
Move those legs and run
Before the plane crashes into your head
Untie the nodes of your navel
And release the cry contained in your throat
A butterfly flaps its wings
Hundreds of times before dying
And she only lives 24 hours
You want everything with your hands kissed.
It's time to walk alone.
Before the doctor and the monster
Inside you wake up
Do not be selfish when it comes to
Distribute your teddy bears
Open the window and let the sun in
Before the night comes
And make you mend sleep.
Open your eyes and feel the electricity
That involves your body
Feel life pulsating
In every beat of your heart
A new star is born in infinity
This is a black horse with fire paws
Calling you to ride
In a beautiful sunny field
Where gusts of wind
Can not arrive
Where the water particles
Can not form storms
One place
Where only the free
Are able to walk
A beautiful and serene place
Your black horse is passing by.
Running towards the countryside
Grab yourself in your cell
While there is still time
Maybe later there will be no more
Get up from this bed.
Now
And start fighting.
Whoever fights with perseverance
Conquer and win
Ever
Run while you're still on time.
Before your black horse
Give up on you
When you stand on top of it
Do not forget to open your arms wide
To feel the wind song
"The wind always brings hope on the wings of a birds
💙
Move those legs and run
Before the plane crashes into your head
Untie the nodes of your navel
And release the cry contained in your throat
A butterfly flaps its wings
Hundreds of times before dying
And she only lives 24 hours
You want everything with your hands kissed.
It's time to walk alone.
Before the doctor and the monster
Inside you wake up
Do not be selfish when it comes to
Distribute your teddy bears
Open the window and let the sun in
Before the night comes
And make you mend sleep.
Open your eyes and feel the electricity
That involves your body
Feel life pulsating
In every beat of your heart
A new star is born in infinity
This is a black horse with fire paws
Calling you to ride
In a beautiful sunny field
Where gusts of wind
Can not arrive
Where the water particles
Can not form storms
One place
Where only the free
Are able to walk
A beautiful and serene place
Your black horse is passing by.
Running towards the countryside
Grab yourself in your cell
While there is still time
Maybe later there will be no more
Get up from this bed.
Now
And start fighting.
Whoever fights with perseverance
Conquer and win
Ever
Run while you're still on time.
Before your black horse
Give up on you
When you stand on top of it
Do not forget to open your arms wide
To feel the wind song
"The wind always brings hope on the wings of a birds
💙
Red line
Red line
Be careful when crossing the red line
Your head can explode.
Be careful not to lose the blindfold covering your eyes
And if you have any doubts about this
Kneel down and ask for forgiveness.
Tell me why you fight
Why are your fists so closed?
The missile your hands launched yesterday
Killed hundreds of children at that school.
And you did not even cry
And why would you cry?
To enter paradise is worth any sacrifice
No matter how many innocents die
And the tears of mothers and crying parents
On the feet of this war
How do you see them?
They are only tears of blood.
What cry at the feet of intolerance
While you're sitting there in your tank
Tears coagulate in the bowels of the earth.
Keep your border well
This may be the last time
That you stay between the two lines
After all, you would be able to die for this
Your reward is your highest prize
No matter how many die
No matter how many tears you cry
Push a button is simpler
Than shaking the enemy's hand
But which enemy would be more deadly
What is your own guilt? Or was it your conscience?
You do not have to worry about that.
In paradise there must be no reason
To feel remorse
It's just another war.
And speaking of this:
What do you even fight for?
What was the reason for all this killing?
How many thousand years has this war lasted?
While you are there, I live
What will really matter to you
When you're not there anymore?
Hit by a missile
Or shot by a machine gun
Or who knows, tortured to death
No matter what happens
No matter how many tears of blood
Are spilled
Paradise is worth any sacrifice
Do not you think?
💙
Be careful when crossing the red line
Your head can explode.
Be careful not to lose the blindfold covering your eyes
And if you have any doubts about this
Kneel down and ask for forgiveness.
Tell me why you fight
Why are your fists so closed?
The missile your hands launched yesterday
Killed hundreds of children at that school.
And you did not even cry
And why would you cry?
To enter paradise is worth any sacrifice
No matter how many innocents die
And the tears of mothers and crying parents
On the feet of this war
How do you see them?
They are only tears of blood.
What cry at the feet of intolerance
While you're sitting there in your tank
Tears coagulate in the bowels of the earth.
Keep your border well
This may be the last time
That you stay between the two lines
After all, you would be able to die for this
Your reward is your highest prize
No matter how many die
No matter how many tears you cry
Push a button is simpler
Than shaking the enemy's hand
But which enemy would be more deadly
What is your own guilt? Or was it your conscience?
You do not have to worry about that.
In paradise there must be no reason
To feel remorse
It's just another war.
And speaking of this:
What do you even fight for?
What was the reason for all this killing?
How many thousand years has this war lasted?
While you are there, I live
What will really matter to you
When you're not there anymore?
Hit by a missile
Or shot by a machine gun
Or who knows, tortured to death
No matter what happens
No matter how many tears of blood
Are spilled
Paradise is worth any sacrifice
Do not you think?
💙
Statues don't cry
Statues don't cry
You can not go against everything you've learned
You can not use these grids to separate our worlds.
Churchill's lines could not get off the train tracks
You can not go against everything you've learned
You can not use these grids to separate our worlds.
Churchill's lines could not get off the train tracks
Bronze statues do not lie when nothing else remains.
The system places its short reyes on the mules
And every pyramid that falls, another collapses
A cry is only a cry when it deafens
Maybe that's why Cuban cigars only made smoke
It's like reading a red book without having hands to flip the pages
And no language to debate the words
This looks kind of confucius, but incredibly, sometimes it works
Maybe that's why Atlas is getting his eyes drawn
The supremacy
The most desired prize for power players
Absolute power
They burned books, flags, even people, in the name of power
Even without freedom, is it safe to feel safe?
Empty minds can not think
Maybe that's why hypocrisy strengthens itself more and more.
The cowards are hidden, and the heroes have become just a label
It's impossible to do something with your arms crossed.
Long live the enthusiasts !!
You need to cut the tongue so they do not speak, you have to cut their hands
So that they do not write, it is necessary to pluck the eyes of them so that they do not see
And even then, they will not be able to silence your voice, because they will still have the strength to scream
And you want to go against all this.
Everything you learned when your eyes first opened
Maybe that's why the black horse is so far away from you.
You abandoned your ideals, and found it more comfortable to stay in front of the TV
When we heard U2, even though we were not Irish, you believed
That we could change things
When we expelled the false king from power, you were there, with the face painted
You were fighting for what you believed.
Where are you now?
Because I can not hear your voice anymore
Together we could make things better
A voice becomes powerful when it echoes
But you do not know that anymore.
You'd rather be waiting for the giant mushroom to do the clean
Maybe a new Spanish flu would solve the problem
The new ice age will only happen in many millions of years
So why get frozen now?
If we join hands, we could embrace the world.
Imagine how many guns would fall on the floor.
How many chains would break
An indestructible chain we would form
Where all steps would be the same
💙
The system places its short reyes on the mules
And every pyramid that falls, another collapses
A cry is only a cry when it deafens
Maybe that's why Cuban cigars only made smoke
It's like reading a red book without having hands to flip the pages
And no language to debate the words
This looks kind of confucius, but incredibly, sometimes it works
Maybe that's why Atlas is getting his eyes drawn
The supremacy
The most desired prize for power players
Absolute power
They burned books, flags, even people, in the name of power
Even without freedom, is it safe to feel safe?
Empty minds can not think
Maybe that's why hypocrisy strengthens itself more and more.
The cowards are hidden, and the heroes have become just a label
It's impossible to do something with your arms crossed.
Long live the enthusiasts !!
You need to cut the tongue so they do not speak, you have to cut their hands
So that they do not write, it is necessary to pluck the eyes of them so that they do not see
And even then, they will not be able to silence your voice, because they will still have the strength to scream
And you want to go against all this.
Everything you learned when your eyes first opened
Maybe that's why the black horse is so far away from you.
You abandoned your ideals, and found it more comfortable to stay in front of the TV
When we heard U2, even though we were not Irish, you believed
That we could change things
When we expelled the false king from power, you were there, with the face painted
You were fighting for what you believed.
Where are you now?
Because I can not hear your voice anymore
Together we could make things better
A voice becomes powerful when it echoes
But you do not know that anymore.
You'd rather be waiting for the giant mushroom to do the clean
Maybe a new Spanish flu would solve the problem
The new ice age will only happen in many millions of years
So why get frozen now?
If we join hands, we could embrace the world.
Imagine how many guns would fall on the floor.
How many chains would break
An indestructible chain we would form
Where all steps would be the same
💙
Veins of chaos
Veins of chaos
I'm in the furious cell of a black horse.
Running against the wind
Fleeing the storm
The ashes leaving the mouths of factories
They blind my eyes
And the bells of false churches
They deafen my ears
Run black horse
Through the streets of a turbulent city
In the midst of chaos and despair
Where leper boys play banjo
In exchange for small crumbs
Dust spreads through every corner
Impregnating the air of poison
While the fearful are locked up
In their homes
Propagating Seeds of Fear
Yesterday one of them opened the door
And detonated the head of a destitute
With a .38 caliber pistol
Just because he stepped on his lawn
The brains were scattered along with
The shit of the dogs, who licked all the blood
Run black horse
Before the storm intimidates me
I do not want to look back
Where the screams echo in the rusty pipes
From this selfish city
I want to move on
Until I reach the eye of the hurricane
💙
I'm in the furious cell of a black horse.
Running against the wind
Fleeing the storm
The ashes leaving the mouths of factories
They blind my eyes
And the bells of false churches
They deafen my ears
Run black horse
Through the streets of a turbulent city
In the midst of chaos and despair
Where leper boys play banjo
In exchange for small crumbs
Dust spreads through every corner
Impregnating the air of poison
While the fearful are locked up
In their homes
Propagating Seeds of Fear
Yesterday one of them opened the door
And detonated the head of a destitute
With a .38 caliber pistol
Just because he stepped on his lawn
The brains were scattered along with
The shit of the dogs, who licked all the blood
Run black horse
Before the storm intimidates me
I do not want to look back
Where the screams echo in the rusty pipes
From this selfish city
I want to move on
Until I reach the eye of the hurricane
💙
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