sábado, 7 de novembro de 2009

Quiet...



Quiet!
Everyone’s sleeping through life...
Afraid that their questions,

Just might have answers.
Quiet...

Everyone shut off their mind,

So I’ll turn on mine.
Alone in a world,

With millions of souls.

Walking in Circles,
Trapped in their dreams.
Unhealthy, unclean
Walking in Circles, now...

Do not disturb.

Scream in silence!

Everyone’s sleeping.

Quiet.

We’re living inside of our mouths,

Afraid someone just might,

Hear what we’re thinking.

Quiet!

Careful of what you might say,

’cause they’ll put you away!











Bien Loin D'ici

Here is the chamber consecrate,
Wherein this maiden delicate,
And enigmatically sedate,

Fans herself while the moments creep,

Upon her cushions half-asleep,

And hears the fountains plash and weep
.
[baudelaire]

 
 

sexta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2009

Drowning Lessons





Without a sound I took her down,
and dressed in red and blue;
I squeezed...
Imaginary wedding gown,
That you can't wear in front of me...
A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell,
As rice grains and roses fall at your feet.
Let's say goodbye, the hundreth time;
And then tomorrow we'll do it again...




there's secrecy about bad bad boys...


quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2009