Comunidade

Pra vc que se sente discriminado pela sua superioridade não arrogante em todos os aspectos...

Será que há algo de errado em ter uma personalidade não convencional, inteligente, bonita e modesta?

Abaixo a Inveja da plebe ruminante e composta por gente monstra e que acha suficiente ser inteligente. MUHAHAHAHA

Sem querer ser arrogante mas sendo de qualquer forma.

PS: Isso não é contra a intelectualidade ou a beleza, contra a ausência desta naquela e desta naquela.

Nothing

With nothing to do, nothing to think my mind goes really wild, right now I just came in from the gym, and my mind is very on but in no purpose, for sure I have nothing to think about, so must I have my thought of wild and dumb shit right here.

I will set it free and hope hat it does not get too much shameful, for lots of times the thought becomes shameful: when you do not have it for right or not that good at last analysis and even when you assume it for right at all.

So I will be brief because there is not a reason for me to write this without the rapidity of what the others as devoid of it and out of real useful purpose are not.
Anyway I can't think of nothing right now so I really don't think it will take long as it ends right now.

Triste

Eu confesso que comi Miojo cru ontem...

Eu novamente

TO cansando disso rs.

Nem preciso dizer

Complicando meus pensamentos não penso em nada, e pensar é dificil.

No title

Chained, stuck, but moving forward as I did not think I could.

Let me carry with my force what holds me back and push it forward, if I fail to pull it I will destroy it for certain, however I still am able to make it work...

Vista da minha Varanda

Emoção

A quem mais me compreende, que me inspira mais que tudo...Minha bela visão abstrata.

Trespassado de torpor unívoco,
Retumbando entre as serenidade do toque,
Quando tudo mais se torna superior,
Um acréscimo de sentimento retorna,
Uma estima revoltosa e briosa.

De uma consequente poesia de retorno,
Uma paixão velada,
Um sentir tomado de loucura.

Tudo o que eu sinta,
Todo o que você me entregou,
É emoção sublime,
Guardada e mantida:
A mil chaves
Imensas e inquebráveis

Virtue

Where would my lacks of hope take me I will ever know, but anyway I am working on this felling of ambition and making it work in my benefit, for certain soon I will be able to seek some greater goals. The matter is that I simply must reach my first ones, and this might happen soon, and as soon as possible the movement will happen again and even more strongly, so I can keep the position reached once and advance a little more on the ground of success, glory and value in order to have the ultimate aspiration: Virtue

Eu mais uma vez

Ostracismo me acomete, então mando fotos.

EU de novo

Laconismo, drama, drama , drama. Patético, não?

Eu

Por falta do que dizer, falta de vontade, certamente menos por falta de pensar que pelas razões anteriores, nada digo de relevante.

I Was Drowning

I was drowning, so sightless and out of wisdom, lately all I can say is that no one else will ever reach the meanings of my hidden grief, even if my words try to articulate: it is a short but hard part of a set.

I don't think I will soon be able to resurrect this thoughtless heart of mine to trade again, and must I say business 'cause I felt like I was just a portion of lips and arms, and voice, and songs...But this will be surpassed.

I had all the signs, I misunderstood them all, I loved like a fool, now I regret not having the words in the right time, not having the bitter animus to be not in distressed thought or shadowed sight of myself, maybe when I let this childhood of emotion I will be able to say what have I done wrong.

I am lost within, I hope I get over this soon, for I am bruised, my heart is bruised, what I meant for that I do not know, what I now mean is for me a mystery as well, maybe I will ever be able to know, maybe I am not ready to know it. Therefore I cannot keep on holding my suffering, I'll let it out and befuddled will I still be.

We were in no way meant to be, but I did not lose anything, I head sometime that you cant lose what I've ever had, currently I see that I have ever had those thoughts or those feelings, maybe I did have, but now it mean nothing to any person being in the world, walking on the same ground.

I will take a moment or two on my own and let my head get under heels. Let me free myself, let me free myself. Soon I will forget (let me deceive myself as well), and in time all of this will be off my mind.

BERLIN

Gorgeous city, which I will ventually see sometime. Will I begin my German couse or what?

Cadence

Sweetest lovely cadence
Lovely cadence of felling the pain
Sweetest pain of being near
What could I touch?
Not the true of the sea of yours

Why was I supposed to love you so,
Right here
Where I opened the heart once again
Where the belief in love came back
And the nicest scar was left back

Give me some verse to refrain yours eyes
The sweetest lovely eyes of indifference
The shadow of being no one to you
My cadence rolls softly in forgotten
Did this was meant to hurt?

You see, I was yours
I am yet no more mine,
And no one else's will this be..
I am drenched, wet and dramatic
No more a word for you

YOU WHO LEFT THIS
LOVE SUICIDE!!!

This was written during the jazz, among the reminding spark of that night, of those words and kisses which was taken away.

Cão sem Dono (HAHA)

Me expliquem por que essa foto com cara de cão sem dono caído da mudança numa cidade desconhecida com estranhos e gente mal-encarada perdido no meio da rua buscando alguém que o resgate ou pela sua dona que o abandonou?

ME

In some time of lazyness and tire eyes I took this shot.
Don't know if my self steem was a little low, but this had made an upgrade onto it (Lol).

Me and my sister Naigler

She was preparing to go out with some friend whom I happen not to remember the name, then asked for me to take a shot, that is it.

Comédia ou Tragédia...

Nesses tempos, penso que eu seja uma máquina de sofrimento e alegria (contraditório, diria!?) pra mim e para os outros, com a de Tolstoi como lema, a saber: " Avida pra quem sente é uma tragédia, pra quem pensa uma comédia", e desse modo digo que eu por vezes sinto e muitas vezes penso -,ou o contrário [não se pode dizer ao certo (mesmo por mim)]-e penso que eu tenha nascido num bastidor.

Talvez quando eu faça no palco a última cena, ou toque o último acorde, dance o último passo, entoe a última canção, recite o último verso, escreva o último parágrafo, diga a mentira final, pense a última abstração, sai a risada mais longa, chore a última lágrima, sinta a ultima emoção eu tenha idéia do que eu tenha feito: senti ou pensei mais?

Talvez eu esqueça essas palavras, mas internamente vou me perguntar no fim se eu vivi a comédia ou a tragédia, se eu vivi ou se fui mais uma centelha dispensável como as outras.

04/01/2005-Agora verão no Rio de Janeiro, e sem ar-condicionado (rs),

por motivos alheios a meu alcance (pão-durice hahaha).

Ou Palavra ou Nadja...

Sem poder reatar o sentido,
A visão nítida,
Pega o seu filtro:
De vida,
De luz,
Sobre a pequena mesa.

Olha ao redor,
Sem palavras
Nem nota q a vida passa distante,
Porque a vida dela não passa,
Ela permanece e também sua vida,

Uma palavra,
Duas,
Ou mais...

Se não fosse tanto distante -
Nem tanto bela -
Quanto amável,
Eu nunca despertaria meu rubor a ela,
Agora passo a desejar
O que nem sinto se pode ser sentido.

E que mesmo tenha lá seu sentido puro
Eu não alcence o que ela seja,
A Palavra e a Beleza,
A Virtude e o Desejo,
Seu nome deve ser mantido sob minha égide,
A égide de querer velado,
Mas aqui ela vive perto de mim,
Já não a esqueço,
Pois ela é um signo de significância complexa e pura
E alheia a mim...

PS.: Pode-se buscar a compreensão se vendo onde está ela como Nadja ou como a Palavra... às duas eu escrevi, à primeira eu dediquei isso...

A shot coming out

Here I am once and again to show my face, some might say narcisist, anyway I can tell myself that this is only me, all I have now, all I can show is this face, be it sweet or easy to be seen, it will pass and will lose its force, and all I will have will be this words, this power of say and tell, and think and convince.

Michael ou Mike como queiram (as you wish)

Me sinto resignado em publicar fotos minhas, mas as vezes acho que não é tão mau assim, e as pessoas pedem mais exposição da minha face, como não bastasse a do meu cerne piegas e dilacerado (haha).

Michael: pseudointelectual com pseudo óculos com pseudo sentimentos.

Times Like These

I, I'm a one way motorway
I'm a road that drives away
And follows you back home
I, I am a streetlight shining
I'm a white light blinding bright
Burning off and on

It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again

I, I am a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky
To hang the stars upon tonight
But I, I am a little divided
Do I stay or run away
And leave it all behind?


It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again

P.S.: I only send someone else's texts when I feel some greater touch as I did now.