quinta-feira, 30 de junho de 2011

Restructuring


















Pieces of a fragile mind
Leaking through the holes,
That you created in my life.
My heart is no longer the same!

Believe that will be just past
So I can dream and be reborn,
These are fragments of my life
And even the poems can´t change that.

In the end we are what they let us be,
In the end we will kill every single piece,
Hoping that the pain will just go away.
Something new will be born for me to believe...again!

domingo, 29 de maio de 2011

Fever


















by Peggy Lee


Never know how much I love you,
Never know how much I care.
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that's so hard to bear.

You give me fever,
When you kiss me,
Fever when you hold me tight.
Fever! In the morning,
Fever all through the night.

Sun lights up the daytime
And moon lights up the night..
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right

You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight.
Fever! In the morning
and fever all through the night

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago

Romeo loved Juliette
Juliette she felt the same
When he put his arms around her he said,
"Julie, Baby , you're my flame!"

Thou giveth fever
When we kisseth
Fever with our flaming youth
"Fever! I'm afire,
Fever, yea, I burn, forsooth."

Cap'in Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said,
"Daddy, no, don't you dare!

He gives me fever
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever! I'm his mistress, So
Daddy, Won't you treat him right?"

Now you've listened to my story,
Here's the point that I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever,
Be it Fahrenheit of Centigrade

They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever ! till you sizzle
what a lovely way to burn
what a lovely way to burn
what a lovely way to burn
what a lovely way to burn

sábado, 28 de maio de 2011

Nervos


















Meu ódio me consome,
Minha nuca arrepia
E minhas veias saltam
Enquanto o sangue corre.

Frenética com o tempo,
Estressada com a vida,
Cansada de mais mentiras,
Enojada com palavras sujas!

Arranhe mais paredes,
Arranque mais cabelos,
Deixe minhas mãos trêmulas
Até que eu perca o controle!

Meus ouvidos ouvem a guerra
E o sangue das minhas vestes
Não negam que estou vivendo
Mais dias de profundo ódio...