Thursday, April 23, 2009

I weaped today.

From the play

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.

And still I dream she'll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.


Les miserables. I dreamed a dream.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Dark Colossus tale by Fyndholle.


O colosso negro, força imensurável de poder macabro, controlava depois de uma longa guerra contra as nações que foram sendo por ele confrontadas, uma grande porção de terra de onde eram antes os reinos nobres de Fyndhorn. A queda deles levou há morte e negritude de todos os ideais um dia portentosos do mundo livre.
Fyndhorn, o bardo, resistente ao massacre, sobrevivente ao mundo negro que se apossou de tudo o que dele era, não havia sido apossado do seu ser livre e da sua música libertadora de contos antigos. Os seus longos cabelos púrpura reflectiam naquele momento as chamas da fogueira latejante, as suas vestes verdes lembravam as bravas florestas intangíveis daquele mundo antigo, de onde as ruínas lançavam ecos de velhos fantasmas, zangados com o seu destino. Chamavam lhe a seta verde por ter sido destinado à liberdade, o bardo Fyndhorn, o bardo das lendas.
- «Vinde sentar-se há volta desta fogueira, aventureiros. Hoje contar-vos-ei a história do colosso negro, mas sejam pacientes, pois começa lentamente, tal como a sua morte.» – Disse o vagabundo dos cabelos púrpuras, o bardo das lendas, a seta verde.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Darkness


Where once was light

Now darkness falls

Where once was love

Love is no more

Don't say goodbye

Don't say I didn't tryT

hese tears we cry

Are falling rain

For all the lies you told us

The hurt, the blame!

And we will weep to be so alone

We are lost

We can never go home

So in the end

I'll be what I will be

No loyal friend

Was ever there for me

Now we say goodbye

We say you didn't try

These tears you cry

Have come too late

Take back the lies

The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep

When you face the end alone

You are lost

You can never go home

You are lost

You can never go home

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Os velhos amigos


E a raiva flui outra vez.
Por um lado sabe tao bem sentir outra vez, principalmente porque me dá forças interminaveis, ao contrario da sinceridade e sensibilidade que nos fazem parecer coitadinhos e que fazem com que se fartem de nós.
Isso já passou, tenham calma.
Foi um devaneio.
Tanta raiva e tanto odio aqui contido, é mais facil deixa lo sair e dar me forças, correr nas minhas veias, comer tudo á frente, como uma droga.
Oh, que saudades tinha eu de ti odio e raiva, amigas de longa data e armadura compenetrante, picos defensivos.
Venham tocar me agora, por favor, desfaço tudo como sempre fiz, e nem sei muito bem porque deixei de o fazer.
Por favor, venham agora, só pra eu ver outra vez a explosao que acontece normalmente quando o tentam.
Largam me risadas, cerro os dentes com força a berro por dentro, com tanta força que sangra me o ser com respulsa das pessoas.
Forço tudo a que se perca em pedaços, apenas por que foi o unico caminho que me permitiram percorrer, que me deixaram escolher.
A solidao foi dificil sem voces amigos, odio e raiva.
Sejam bem vindos outra vez a mim.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Falcon song.

Far far above the clouds soaring with the wind
A falcon flies alone silent as the sky
I hear his lonely cry
Never can he rest
I walk with you along an empty winding road
We're far from the ones we love and never can return
Never can we see again countries of our birth
When will I ever find a place to find my home?
Sadness circling like a falcon in the sky.
When will I ever find a way to speak my heart,
To someone who knows what it is to be alone.
Far far above the clouds against the setting sun,
A falcon flies alone silent as the sky,
I hear his lonely cry never can he rest.
I long to spread my wings and fly into the light
Open this lonely heart to one who understands
When will i ever find a way to speak my heart
When will i ever find a place to call my home?
Sadness and loneliness a falcon in the sky
When will I ever find a way to speak my heart,
To someone who knows what it is to be alone.

From tales of the earthsea

Lone Lost Traveller


Found a way to rid myself clean of pain
And the fever that's been haunting me
Has gone away
Looking through my window
I seem to recognize
All the people passing by
But I am alone
And far from home
And nobody knows me
Never heard me say goodbye
Never shall I speak to anyone again
All days are in darkness
And I'm biding my time
Once I'm sure of my task I will rise again