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!

Anxiety

Why is this anxiety?
Anxiety of having someone special in my soul
taking possession of me?

The fact is that I'm different,
different from other people,
(am I really one of them?)
I want everything and that's always nothing.

That's why I'll stop trying
to reach the impossible
that is actually possible,
for the other, not for me.

13/11/2009

Primeira Nota

Este blog que acaba de ser criado por um pequeno elefante com uma caneta na pata destina-se fundamentalmente a divulgar alguns textos de alguém que das poucas vezes que escreve sóbrio se foca no seu interior e nos mais infímos detalhes do mundo que nos rodeia e que quando escreve quando a sobriedade desaparece tenta explorar tudo o que lhe vem à cabeça, sem quaisquer tipos de tabus. Espero que gostem deste trabalho já desenvolvido há vários meses e que aqui vai ser divulgado de forma totalmente aleatória.
Trunks up!