Tears fell forever before
Mirrors of death in thousands of wars
Witnesses of life in our brightest moments
Now, fall like simple drops of rain,
...
What would a blind man do
In a land of foreign views?
Why would the rain fall down
In an ocean of hot sand blue?
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A brancura intocável da escuridão, mas sensível aos corpos anónimos que se tocam debaixo do néon, como algas entrelaçadas na maré da meia noite.
O tabaco.
A bílis,
O lixo humano mesclam-se e dançam ao vento na poeira soturna.
...
Under this glowing lightning
I search for a feeling,
Some shadow,
In the meadow
...
The untouchable fairness of the darkness, can be sensed by the numerous bodies that dance beneath neon as entangled algae in the midnight's tide.
Tobacco,
The harsh bile scent,
...
You, wanderer, tilting leaf,
Drift away on Winter's wind,
As a well timed thought to me.
Fly away and spread the news,
...
Brilliant shine, never left behind
Slowly, loving, passing by
Are you sad or are you blind?
Is this life your own design?
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Luzes artificiais na noite
Como candeias
Alumiando os heróis do dia a dia
As suas pequenas vitorias diárias
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The world rides the horses
Horses ride the world
And in hopeless prays, We beg for what is real won't fade with time
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Power Will Start Falling
Tears fell forever before
Mirrors of death in thousands of wars
Witnesses of life in our brightest moments
Now, fall like simple drops of rain,
Healing the rage, feeding the drain
Of our buried life instead
Tears turn to lies
Our cries never came for life
And our dreams fade out with time
Our heroes are dead bodies or souls
However we cannot feel more alive
Heroes become ghosts
We trade hope for certainty
We shut our mouth to belong
Let our silence be the riot
Let it unfold what words were hiding
Words come unnecessary
We waited to come home till the runrise
Now, we're left behind
We used to fear the blinding light
Now, we're coming out of the dark
The dark was the refugy
Humans?
They're beautiful dread souls
Existing fo us
Letting us join the masses club
Giving us a shot to be someone
Teaching us how to die (just) inside
Souls get sillent
They're nothing new
Conquering your dreams before you heard a thing
Making us slaves of our own instinct
They´re the men who rule our world
You're the unknown soldier
I'd like to fly and become part of the beautiful blue plan.
When you find yourself complaining about something, believe me or not, but what you're complaining about is nothing but the reflex of one characteristic you associate(d) to yourself now/before and something made you dislike it. You do not complain about what you can't relate to yourself.
Nothing really exists but the self. The self is not you or me, not yourself, not myself. The self is present when you simply are (when you lose your-self) and you can't express it through words.
The will of the heart, besides interest or wanting, the true attraction over something is the will of the self. And that's the only truth.
You can feel love, you can feel true love, but true love will never fulfill you if there's no connection
Don't fight for any relationship, if you deeply don't feel like it. You shall have no fear of experiencing new things. And remember, the more true you are, the better you'll feel in the future.
When you feel someone attacking you, stay quiet for a while, breathe and do not answer back with hate, but with compassion, because that person doesn't know hurting others is hurting yourself