Sad time.

It is sad.
It is sad because of time.
It is sad because I want to cry.
It is not sad because I want to.

It is sad because you want to.
It is sad because you don’t want to cry.
It is sad because of time.
It is sad.

When i'm sad, I sleep.
When I sleep, I dream.
When I dream, you are with me.
When you are with me, I wake up.
When I wake up, it’s sad.

So why sleep to dream, to be with you and be sad?
Why can’t it be happy and real?
Why do I think? Why do I have imagination?
To be sad?

Coincidences

Coincidences are magnets,
burning magnets that melt a relationship.
If the supernatural exists,
it's their party of revelation.

Some find it scary,
the special ones.
Some find it intriguing,
the mad ones.

Unreal world says:
it's usual, it's imagination.
Real world says:
live your life, live your dreams.

Some find it meaningless,
the wiser ones.
Some find it appealing,
the dreamer ones.

Fog

I need you
I miss those innocent times when
I could see your smile
and I dream about it

I can’t do it now
all I see is you far away
far away in the fog
and this fog is smothering me

I wait, wait and wait
(and I used to like to wait)
but that was when we’re together
and now I can’t see anything in your fog

Lights on please, lights on
if I’ll lose your smile, this fog will swallow me
and I’m not so far way from you
if you want to stop and help me with the lights.

B.

Uma só coisa sei, que é tudo que não sonhei,
tu és rainha e eu não rei.
Já não posso imaginar o que faço
se já nem te posso dar um abraço.

Ó menina de Paris,
pensa em tudo que eu te fiz,
os nossos momentos de amar
e com isto não me quero desculpar.

Quando demos as mãos
éramos mais que bons irmãos
e agora por causa do outro rapaz,
já não podemos sonhar em paz.

Não lhe chamo azar
mas gostava de voltar atrás, Senhor!
Que nos voltássemos a apaixonar,
que me voltasses a chamar de amor!

My life is a dream

My life is a dream
until I wake up and die.

Life only makes any sence when I'm thinking
and that's why I'll stop sleeping.

Love you in a dream is heaven,
awaken is hurt.

And I can't be hurt any more
and that's why I'll fall asleep.

Not to keep me alive,
but to save you from death.

Momentos de solidão

Momentos de solidão são os que prefiro,
de tristeza, de calma, de reflexão.

São estes os momentos que não deixam rasto,
sendo por isso vitais.

Há momentos de alegria, de diversão, de paixão,
mas não os há sem os primeiros, ou seriam banais.

Deixo assim a minha vida ao meu fado,
e só a ele entrego toda a minha esperança.

E para que é que isto serve?
Para consolação, consolação de uma vida perdida...

Tristeza

Tristeza é a mais pura das emoções.
Nada se cria, nada se perde,
tudo se entristece.

E é no meio de tudo isto
que tudo cresce, que tudo floresce
e volta o sonho.

A tristeza não está no sonho.
Sonho é fantasia.
Sonho é irreal.

A tristeza está na vida.
Vida é desilusão.
Vida é conformação.

The real miracle

My sweet imaginary conscience,
will be there a time,
a time where everyone is what they seem to be
and I'll be able to love someone?

Our existance is shit,
until we prove that we deserve our oportunity
and then transform ourselves
into eternal gold...

That is the real miracle
(not the transformation of water into wine!).
Life is ephemeral
but we can make it has no end.

Unfortunately this is the point
the world really needs to be filled
not for me or for you
but for me with you.

Dreams are made of air,
but they're touchable.
Dreams are black and white,
until the moment they're gone.

You have to believe me baby
if you want to live forever
you can't sleep to dream
you shall dream to live.

And kill some, yes, kill some!
In order to live
you must kill yourself sometimes
and don't be afraid to do so.

That's the difference from common people,
ordinary people live to dream,
they're wrong!
Dreams are made of air so you can breath and live!