Hurt, by Mr Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Falemos

Falemos de ti..Falemos de mim, de nós, dos outros.. Falemos da magnificiência dos pequenos actos que nos acompanham. Falemos de mim, mas só se estiver perto de ti, para que os outros vejam que nós estamos juntos. Para que cada uma das nossas vivências se misture, e enriqueça. Falemos da felicidade, da sorte que tudo isto carrega.. Sabe bem esta tranquilidade, sinal da maturidade a que isto tudo chegou.. Falemos sim, porque é bom falar das coisas boas que nos acontecem.. Falemos então..

Pensamento do dia

Um certo dia virei-me para a sensatez e mandei-a á merda.. Um bloco acumulado de raiva foi cuspido do meu corpo conforme eu disparava a matar. Faz tempo que precisava de atirar tudo para fora, finalmente um motivo desencadeou tudo isto.. Finalmente matei a sensatez e fui um reles filho da puta.. Há coisas que nunca mudam, mas outras nem por isso..

A Letter Home

Here I'm sitting in the gloom
Of my quiet attic room.
France goes rolling all around,
Fledged with forest May has crowned.
And I puff my pipe, calm-hearted,
Thinking how the fighting started,
Wondering when we'll ever end it,
Back to hell with Kaiser sent it,
Gag the noise, pack up and go,
Clockwork soldiers in a row.
I've got better things to do
Than to waste my time on you.


Robert, when I drowse to-night,
Skirting lawns of sleep to chase
Shifting dreams in mazy light,
Somewhere then I'll see your face
Turning back to bid me follow
Where I wag my arms and hollo,
Over hedges hasting after
Crooked smile and baffling laughter,
Running tireless, floating, leaping,
Down your web-hung woods and valleys,
Where the glowworm stars are peeping,
Till I find you, quiet as stone
On a hill-top all alone,
Staring outward, gravely pondering
Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering.


You and I have walked together
In the starving winter weather.
We've been glad because we knew
Time's too short and friends are few.
We've been sad because we missed
One whose yellow head was kissed
By the gods, who thought about him
Till they couldn't do without him.
Now he's here again; I've been
Soldier David dressed in green,
Standing in a wood that swings
To the madrigal he sings.
He's come back, all mirth and glory,
Like the prince in a fairy tory.
Winter called him far away;
Blossoms bring him home with May.


Well, I know you'll swear it's true
That you found him decked in blue
Striding up through morning-land
With a cloud on either hand.
Out in Wales, you'll say, he marches
Arm-in-arm with aoks and larches;
Hides all night in hilly nooks,
Laughs at dawn in tumbling brooks.
Yet, it's certain, here he teaches
Outpost-schemes to groups of beeches.
And I'm sure, as here I stand,
That he shines through every land,
That he sings in every place
Where we're thinking of his face.


Robert, there's a war in France;
Everywhere men bang and blunder,
Sweat and swear and worship Chance,
Creep and blink through cannon thunder.
Rifles crack and bullets flick,
Sing and hum like hornet-swarms.
Bones are smashed and buried quick.
Yet, through stunning battle storms,
All the while I watch the spark
Lit to guide me; for I know
Dreams will triumph, though the dark
Scowls above me where I go.
You can hear me; you can mingle
Radiant folly with my jingle.
War's a joke for me and you
While we know such dreams are true!

Siegfried Sasson, 1916

Change

So i got the courage to buy the tickets.. I was trying to take the step, to start the change in my life.. Finally I had the enough strenght to go.. It was being so hard, the good past was starting to be painful and uncertain, and i needed to have a new life. I said goodbye to all my friends. Not to all, because some of them don't have to know from me the change that has to happen.. The time will give them those answers and tell them why i am away..

From here i see a valley of dreams and hopes that i have to explore and go thru.. I have to make this journey by my self, but i know that in time i won't be alone, i know that..
I will make it.. My heart tells me so.. The suffering is something of the past and now only happiness will live in me.. The path is long, but my hope is bigger..

Dedicated to the real traveller, who had the courage to change