quinta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2014

Nostalgia

A Lua já tomara o poder no céu escuro
Ao redor de uma mesa se escutava
A melodia soturna da guitarra
Acompanhada de um murmúrio...

Olhares vazios e melancólicos,
Subtilmente ébrios...
Escutando aquela canção maravilhosa.

Murmúrio grave e arrastado,
Alma aberta e saudosa...

Era um Fado

sábado, 11 de outubro de 2014

Garden of...Us

Whenever you feel alone
Make sure you go outside
Let the ground be our throne
I'll be right by your side

My Queen

If you feel a breeze
Touching your cheek
Let me tell you
It will be my kiss.

Suddenly you'll be carried to a place within your mind
A place that belongs to only me and you.
Located on the highest mountain peak...
The most familiar paradise you'll ever find.

My love
Please don't cry for me
Do all those things you ever dreamed of
Because, right now, I'm as happy as I could be.

Look at the moon,
We'll be together soon...
Patiently, waiting for you.

A. Wolf

segunda-feira, 6 de outubro de 2014

A little infinity...

I once met a girl
Whose lungs were weak like bible paper
However, her heart was strong
Because it was kept safe by the soldier with one leg.

This soldier's name was Augustus
His beloved grenade was Hazel.
They both had a friend who's eyes were made of glass...
Whose heart was warm as fire.

One day, Augustus lit up...
Like a non metaphorical cigarette.
From one moment to another
The victim of the explosion became the grenade...

Nothing else could be done
But writing elegies and training funerals...
'Cause in the end funerals are for the living, right?

He disappeared...Hazel was sad, yet in peace...
They had their little infinity.