26/06/2010
25/06/2010
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Hoje escrevo em português, digito as palavras uma a uma na minha língua materna.
Talvez seja um desabafo, uma ilusão, ou até mesmo um sonho. A verdade é que não sei. Já não sei nada ah bastante tempo...
Uma mente frágil constantemente abordada por mais e mais questões das quais não reproduz resposta alguma.
Questões variáveis, contraditórias, incompreensíveis.
Uma mente perdida, incerta, questionável.
Uma mente portada por uma personagem talvez inexistente, ou talvez não. Alguém que não domina os seus pensamentos nem os respectivos sentimentos. Alguém que não consegue traduzir as mensagens transmitiras pelo seu próprio timo*.
Amizade e Amor ?
A maior questão de todas. O que se passa ? Que sopa de sentimentos é esta perdida algures no corpo de uma adolescente na sua fase de estupidez ?
É impossível alguém gostar tanto mas TANTO uma pessoa e de um momento para o outro sentir algo por outra totalmente distinta. É IMPOSSIVEL, É INCORRECTO. No entanto.. Pode ser somente uma amizade mais que relativamente forte, pode ser uma amizade profunda.
Nem tenho palavras ._______. I'm done for today.
* Timo - Glândula por detrás do coração que aumenta e diminui perante mudanças de humor, doença, etc.
I'd kill to know what do you feel
Talvez seja um desabafo, uma ilusão, ou até mesmo um sonho. A verdade é que não sei. Já não sei nada ah bastante tempo...
Uma mente frágil constantemente abordada por mais e mais questões das quais não reproduz resposta alguma.
Questões variáveis, contraditórias, incompreensíveis.
Uma mente perdida, incerta, questionável.
Uma mente portada por uma personagem talvez inexistente, ou talvez não. Alguém que não domina os seus pensamentos nem os respectivos sentimentos. Alguém que não consegue traduzir as mensagens transmitiras pelo seu próprio timo*.
Amizade e Amor ?
A maior questão de todas. O que se passa ? Que sopa de sentimentos é esta perdida algures no corpo de uma adolescente na sua fase de estupidez ?
É impossível alguém gostar tanto mas TANTO uma pessoa e de um momento para o outro sentir algo por outra totalmente distinta. É IMPOSSIVEL, É INCORRECTO. No entanto.. Pode ser somente uma amizade mais que relativamente forte, pode ser uma amizade profunda.
Nem tenho palavras ._______. I'm done for today.
* Timo - Glândula por detrás do coração que aumenta e diminui perante mudanças de humor, doença, etc.
I'd kill to know what do you feel
When was love supposed to make you cry?
I look to the heavens and ask them why.
But they don’t whisper a single phrase
And I’m left wandering in a daze.
I thought it was love, but it couldn’t be
Because there is just too much hurt inside of me.
When was love supposed to hurt so much?
Wasn’t it all about yearning for their touch?
Instead I fear of what you might say
I think about the possibilities every day.
I just get this feeling that it will come crashing to an end
It’s a feeling that seems to grow stronger when I see you again.
Is it just me or is the distance growing between us
Getting larger without the safety of our trust?
It isn’t fair because certain words just make cry
I try to just let the words slip by
But some keep replaying in my mind.
And each time I hear them the feeling gets worst
And I’m struck with the notion I am under a curse.
Was I ever meant to be loved by somebody who will care?
Or am I just an object to be used since I’m there?
I wish these questions could be answered, but they never will
Love is something I wish I could just kill.
Because it hurts too much to hold on with all my might
Thinking you may be with somebody else tonight.
And it tears at my heart and eats me from within
Why did I have to make you more than a friend?
Was I an idiot to think it could work?
I feel it since I feel like dirt.
I felt like there was something, like I was the one
But surely the lies were still here to come.
And one after one, they cut at my heart
Until it was broken and torn apart.
How much pain can a person take?
Fell in love with nothing but a fake.
A person I wanted and made perfect in my mind
But this isn’t a love that could ever be mine.
I should have never believed the words that were said
Or the dreams and the desires that danced in my head.
What would you call this? A game of pain?
A game that is not a romantic dance in the rain.
Instead you are struck with the cold hand of reality
And everything that you wanted is nothing but a fantasy
That could never become true because this is how it goes
This is the story that everyone knows.
When was love supposed to be so confusing?
Filling you with hatred and abusing
People taken advantage of your tender heart
Until you have no idea where you wish to start.
I just want to run and cry when I hear what might be
And I know deep down inside that broken down girl is going to be me.
I look to the heavens and ask them why.
But they don’t whisper a single phrase
And I’m left wandering in a daze.
I thought it was love, but it couldn’t be
Because there is just too much hurt inside of me.
When was love supposed to hurt so much?
Wasn’t it all about yearning for their touch?
Instead I fear of what you might say
I think about the possibilities every day.
I just get this feeling that it will come crashing to an end
It’s a feeling that seems to grow stronger when I see you again.
Is it just me or is the distance growing between us
Getting larger without the safety of our trust?
It isn’t fair because certain words just make cry
I try to just let the words slip by
But some keep replaying in my mind.
And each time I hear them the feeling gets worst
And I’m struck with the notion I am under a curse.
Was I ever meant to be loved by somebody who will care?
Or am I just an object to be used since I’m there?
I wish these questions could be answered, but they never will
Love is something I wish I could just kill.
Because it hurts too much to hold on with all my might
Thinking you may be with somebody else tonight.
And it tears at my heart and eats me from within
Why did I have to make you more than a friend?
Was I an idiot to think it could work?
I feel it since I feel like dirt.
I felt like there was something, like I was the one
But surely the lies were still here to come.
And one after one, they cut at my heart
Until it was broken and torn apart.
How much pain can a person take?
Fell in love with nothing but a fake.
A person I wanted and made perfect in my mind
But this isn’t a love that could ever be mine.
I should have never believed the words that were said
Or the dreams and the desires that danced in my head.
What would you call this? A game of pain?
A game that is not a romantic dance in the rain.
Instead you are struck with the cold hand of reality
And everything that you wanted is nothing but a fantasy
That could never become true because this is how it goes
This is the story that everyone knows.
When was love supposed to be so confusing?
Filling you with hatred and abusing
People taken advantage of your tender heart
Until you have no idea where you wish to start.
I just want to run and cry when I hear what might be
And I know deep down inside that broken down girl is going to be me.
21/06/2010
People SUCK !
No life
No luck
Cursed day
People suck
People act kind and sweet like candy
But deep down people are yucky and sandy
You’re not like people, you can see
The ugly, ugly monsters they can be
Ugly people
Full of muck
Nasty people
People suck
People pretend to be sweet as pie
But the real people deserve to die
You’re hated by people, so you know
The stupid people all should go
Stupid people
No more luck
No more life
For people who suck
No luck
Cursed day
People suck
People act kind and sweet like candy
But deep down people are yucky and sandy
You’re not like people, you can see
The ugly, ugly monsters they can be
Ugly people
Full of muck
Nasty people
People suck
People pretend to be sweet as pie
But the real people deserve to die
You’re hated by people, so you know
The stupid people all should go
Stupid people
No more luck
No more life
For people who suck
Diogo Mateus <'3
"tipo apenas liberta-te foi mesmo difícil conhecer-te por dentro
e eu acho que comigo arriscas-te"
Hi5.
Log In. Amigos. Diogo Mateus. Perfil. Fotografias. Comentar.
Foi assim que tudo começou.
És um rapaz. Um rapaz bonito, de modo que pensei falar contigo somente um dia e perder o interesse.
Mas a verdade é que cada conversa contigo fazia-me sorrir, partia-me a rir com cada palavra tua.
Até chegar o dia que passas-te a ser algo mais do que um simples conhecido.
Eu estava mal, já ah bastante tempo. Toda a gente tentava, davam-me conselhos e eu nada.
Foi preciso vires TU, atirares-me com tudo á cara e magoares-me durante uns breves segundos para ganhar coragem para fazer o que ah muito devia ter feito.
É impressionante como sem me conheceres "apostas-te" em mim e descobris-te em tão poucas semanas uma imensidão da personagem que tenho cá dentro, uma personagem que poucos conhecem.
Portanto agora é a minha deixa e começar a apostar em ti de coração e alma!
Sei que não vai ser difícil pois era capaz de te contar o segredo mais profundo, mostrar-te o maior defeito, reproduzir-te a pior dor, pintar-te o mais pequeno detalhe.
Diogo, és mais que um rapaz engraçado com um cabelo bonito e bem trabalhado! ÉS UNICO! Portas uma alegria deveras contagiante e acima de tudo procuras a felicidade no que te rodeia!
Admiro-te, muito mesmo. Pelo que tenho vindo a conhecer de ti és uma pessoa fascinante e boa! Daquelas difíceis de encontrar sabes ? É difícil encontrar palavras para te descrever, seria necessária milhões de dicionários novos :)
E para que saibas, não escrevi por mo teres pedido, escrevi porque mereces! E prometo que tentarei libertar mais aquela pessoa que conheces-te no outro dia.
Espero que esta amizade dure muito mesmo.
Gosto muito de ti bichinho (L)
17/06/2010
Tell Me a Story
Tell me a story
Dazzle me with your eyes
Capture me with your words
Rile me in with your lies
Tell me of a world of beauty
Sing me a perfect song
One full of love and happiness
In a world where we all get along
Tell me of a great fantasy land
Where money doesn't rule
Where everyone is equal
Where nobody is cruel
Where people never go hungry
And never have to live on the streets
Where children can play carelessly
And not have to worry about who they meet
Where poverty isn't an issue
And no one speaks of war
And where nobody knows
What weapons are made for
Tell me a story
Of a world unlike our own
Of a world we'll never see
Of a world we've never known
Dazzle me with your eyes
Capture me with your words
Rile me in with your lies
Tell me of a world of beauty
Sing me a perfect song
One full of love and happiness
In a world where we all get along
Tell me of a great fantasy land
Where money doesn't rule
Where everyone is equal
Where nobody is cruel
Where people never go hungry
And never have to live on the streets
Where children can play carelessly
And not have to worry about who they meet
Where poverty isn't an issue
And no one speaks of war
And where nobody knows
What weapons are made for
Tell me a story
Of a world unlike our own
Of a world we'll never see
Of a world we've never known
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