
quarta-feira, 12 de novembro de 2008
Can you ear me?

quinta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2008
quarta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2008
My whispers...

I can’t tell you my secrets.
My dreams overcome my wishes
And I don’t know what to do or think.
All lies are true, my life is a mystery that is hidden somewhere
The truths are bitter and painful
I don’t want to ear or to say it
I can’t tell you my secrets
My loves are vanished
I don’t know if I can survive without them.
I can’t rest
My soul is a dogma
Always disquieted and insane
I can only tell you that I’m a survivor
segunda-feira, 3 de novembro de 2008
sexta-feira, 31 de outubro de 2008
Teimosia a minha...
segunda-feira, 27 de outubro de 2008
Some words...

Some words are difficult to express.
Some of them wait to be told too much time to the ones we love.
More than words are the simple kind gestures that we offer without expecting anything in exchange.
The words could have no sense at all but they are full of feeling.
Damned the words that block up our wish to pronounce them.
Why?
Because we are selfish.
We want the others like us but we are too weak to assume.
Damned the words!
Full of feeling but difficult to express!


