segunda-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2009


Ter idéias é algo mágico.

Uma pessoa que tem idéias é uma pessoa livre definitivamente.
As idéias provocam danos irreparáveis em sua mente como deixá-lo extremamente feliz ou rico. Melhor ainda se causar as duas coisas.

Eu fico pensando no que passa na mente das outras pessoas...
quando eu escrevo um poema legal
quando eu desenho um desenho diferente
quando eu tenho uma idéia

puuuta que pariu

cara é muuito bom

que merda de vida
é uma vida sem idéias

sem criatividade a vida tão cinza quanto uma descrição vazia

a criatividade é tão mágica
que ela separa as pessoas que moram num mundo bobo
das que moram num mundo maravilhoso

terça-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2009



You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English
Well, diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I'm telling you
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
They've been knockin' me out lately
Whenever you come around me
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won't go away

Well another lovestory comes to an end.
I try to reach my brother
gotta tell him about this days

another song that just came with this shit

Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate
Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some dark cafe
You laugh, he said you think you're immune,
Go look at your eyes
They're full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, pretty lies


This blues time.
Makes me think a little bit about sad things.
What the hell blue colour has to do with sad things... why a kind of song has to do with a colour too?
Intersting and clever questions to my sad mind...
sometimes i start to think about curious things that disturbs my sad time.
Actually i cant get so sad like in the past
i am getting colder
stranger to myself
what is that about?
i should not be like that
i should have dreams and tears
i should have smiles and fights
not this almost happiness
not this almost sadness
they are just almost nothing at all

but i could not explain
te reasons that made me came back here in this blog of mine
that is something like a temple to my soul
to say to someone
the reason why
why i am here at all

this time i wont say it
because i am sad
sad about me
my life

actually i will explain it better
i will do it

should i try to write down
what it is for real
the truth of it all?

yeah yeah yeah
i am sad about
these girls that are what i want
that i dont want to want

and these jobs
that i want to want
but they make a shit in my life
and so
i dont want them