You (Again?!)

It makes me crazy

I even can think

You crunked my brain

And I don't know the mean



So, what is in my mind

If I even can write

It's so wierd

Damn, let me be unkind!



What the hell?! Why you're here?

Trying to break up my mind

Let it be,

I won't look behind



Too many things gone

I don't know what I'll do

The same thing happened

When I tought I hated you.

15-1-09 (para abrir o ano :))

ps: btw, as aulas de FQ são inspiradoras, a matéria é que não. -.-"

Eyes...

A sea of green,
cut by pieces of the blue skies,
with a little bit of sunshine.
Those are my eyes.
The eyes with salty tears
Who run down my face,
everytime I think
that, for you,
I was just a waste.
Tears who doesn't seam to end,
Tears who will not bend,
to my will
of controlling them.
There's always tears,
they don't run out,
they run and
they only stop on my mouth.

Don't Blame me. (I'm a MORON)

The feel keep on me

That feel that came for too long

Please don't blame me

You make me feel like a moron

It makes me feel so stupid

'Cause every time I'm with you

My legs start to shake

I know I'm a moron, it's my mistake

I've tried to forget you

But I couldn't do

I know, I'm so stupid

So, I stoped to say "I love you"

I tried to get someone new

I've failed.

I know, I'm a moron

But, can't stop love you

People ask me:

"Why do you write only about love and hate?"

It's what I see, it's what I do

I'm a moron, i still love you

When my blood hit the ground

I get so much happy

In pain i laught

It makes me better

When i get home

My blood stoped to fall

I momently forgot you

I get so nervous, still remember you

Why? Why? Why?!

Why do I have to love you?

I get so much better in pain

'Cause the pain have no issues.

ĎigitaĿ Fear (09-10-2008)

Non Stop Tornado

My life is a tornado

that spins around me,

makes me sour so violently...

Everything looks soft, fresh and white,

but you better look twice,

Because what may seem nice

Is really dark and difficult.

You think you know me,

but you have no idea,

I'm the wave that carries on,

the tree that tries to grow up,

I'm a living volcano,

A box full of surprises,

some good,

some bad,

it depends on my mood.

You can try to comprehend me,

You can try to defy me,

and maybe you'll win,

but remember one thing,

I'll not give up easily,

so you better be careful,

If you try to be stupid with me.

So I spin around again,

and again,

and again,

My life is a tornado:

no one can't stop it,

no one can control it,

only faith knows what will happen...

Muda...

Muda,
Tudo aquilo que és,
Tudo aquilo que foste,
os teus sonhos, ambições,
desejos e predições,
muda-os,
faz novos planos,
traça novas linhas,
Sê diferente,
mas sê tu mesmo.

Procura um novo rumo,
Um novo mundo,
uma nova vida,
cheia de obstaculos,
felicidade e novidade.

Descobre,
Inventa,
Re-inventa,
Desvenda,
Cria,
Recebe tudo de bom,
mas dá também tudo o que tens,
dá pela vida que tanto amas,
pelo mundo onde vives.

Do que estás à espera?
O teu tempo é agora,
começa já a viver a vida,
ela não é infinita.

Inês Gouveia

No fundo, animais...

Consideramos-nos racionais,
seres excepcionais,
fazemos coisas sem iguais,
mas no fundo somos apenas animais,
sendentos de sangue,
carne,
glória,
riquezas,
e muito mais.

Existem mandamentos,
leis, normas,
padrões, regulamentos,
mas de que valem eles,
perante a crueldade humana,
perante a busca de fama?

Dizemos-nos todos iguais,
uma sociedade de ideais,
mas por vezes duvido,
basta saber ler,
e só por aí iremos conseguir ver,
o nosso triste mundo,
o nosso mundo doentio.

Afirmamos não ser o que fomos no passado,
assasinos,
ignorantes,
indecentes seres humanos,
destruidores de civilizações,
raças,
nações,
mas no fundo sabemos que o continuamos a ser,
isso também é bom de ver.

"Porquê?"
-pergunto eu.
Porquê tanta dor,
sofrimento,
desigualdade?
Por um punhado de fama?
Por um punhado de moedas?
Talvez sim,
Talvez não,
Felizmente ainda existem seres
a quem podemos chamar humanos,
que podemos considerar racionais,
no fundo, poucos de nós o somos,
no fundo, animais...

Ilusões

Sentimentos perdidos
Sorrisos comprados
Já nada os modificam,
Foram todos fechados

Por mais que custe admitir
É sempre dor atrás de dor
Sei que a minha prima tinha razão
Agora é que dou valor

Estupidamente,pergunto em vão:
"Onde está minha mente
Minha alma,
Meu coração?"

Então percebi:
Não passa de faxada,
Crua e mal sarada,
Fruto de pura ilusão

Escarneceste de mim,
Mesmo sem querer.
"Falhaste"
Gostava de o poder dizer

Sinto-me desnutrido,
Sem forças e com falta de poder
Agora digo-te:
Foste tu que ficaste a perder.

Diogo Costa
(30-3-08)

When I get home at night

When I get home at night
You don't leave my earth
I think about you all the time
Because I can't leave you behind

I think about you
I talk about you
I feel everything in you
Cause to me you're the world

But to you I’m nothing,
Just like anybody else
I like to see you from behind
Crying for don't having you
Sad because I can't touch you
Feeling bad for what I do wrong to you

Smile every time you say to me: "You're my best friend"
Everything I desire now it's a simple kiss
Everything I want now is have you in my arms
You think what you want

But I don't think what you feel
Can't write knowing that you're sad or angry with me
You're my Inspiration, my whole world

I like when you say:
"I was thinking in you"
I like when you say:
"I love you"Ilike when you say"I need you"
I know that is just kidding
But it makes me feel so good, so fine
Keep all my problems behind
Like you was really mine

You say that I am good writing
But I don't think like you
You, You and You
My all, my present, my future, my everything... you.

Leave you behind
It's the last thing I'll do
Whatever that happens remember:
I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU


( depois de algum tempo com ela e refletindo melhor no assunto, agora penso: )

Now i really know,
That hate and love are so close
I understood what goes your mind
Cause you gave me the sign

Now I don't want to know
But i keep my feeling about you
Some people have evrything,
And I just want to have you

I hear sounds in my mind,
Sounds of death,
And I know that my love for you
Will never end

The sounds that comes around
Keep you behind
'Cause it's so loud... so strong
In a vacue that never end

It's like magic
Done with your own hands
Can make you cry,
Can make you dance
Even can swallow when you're in trance.


Diogo Costa (créditos: agradeço ao Pedro Santana, por ter dado aqui alguns toqes no poema e por ter-me sempre apoiado, mesmo nos momentos mais lows, ty man)

Dolce Vita

Oh! Vida minha,
Doce saudade,
E que enorme temor
Que não voltes mais.
Saíste sem dar conta,
Deixando um enorme vazio,
Preenchido pela culpa e ardor,
De um erro cometido
Pela falsa verdade
E um ilusório prometido.
A minha alma doaste,
Para que vive-se na solidão,
Desprotegida e carente.
Agora, já nada acontece.
Sem mais que fazer,
Espero e desespero,
Para que a vida recomece.

29/03/08

Gone...

Este poema é feito com titulos das músicas dos Incubus... Enjoy ( ;

Gone

They say he's a megalomaniac,
He says: I'm just a Vitamin,
on the surface you hate,
but you know you need me.

He has the Privilege of being free,
free from all those complications,
free from all these obligations,
imposed by this Sick Sad Little World.

Maybe he's right,
maybe he's wrong,
but one thing I know,
He always has the answer in his tong.

Then, one morning,
he gets out,
at 11 AM,
heads to Nowhere Fast,
with a simple backpack,
and a camera in his hands.

He left a note,
saying: Pardon me,
but I'm sick and tired,
of living in the darkest side of the world,
of all the megalomaniacs,
of all the nebula surrounding the truth,
so I'm think I'll disappear for a while,
and redefine,
Because this world isn't good enough for me,
And I'm looking for something priceless,
something to amaze me,
Not more, not less,
I'm leaving this and all the rest.

Then no one heard anything from him,
He run away from the civilization,
but it had already turned its back to him long ago...

Inês Gouveia

Yeah my pen is a pistola... xD