...

2008-07-28T18:29:00.005+02:00

me like any other (boring condition) comun person (not all share the feeling)..
i just hat "montags"..
changing, always::

2008-07-22T12:34:00.002+02:00

who cant be red?

2008-07-21T14:01:00.002+02:00

how does it feel, to be on your own?¿

2008-06-12T19:49:00.001+02:00

.leaving started when you first camE

2008-05-06T18:46:00.005+02:00

¡i!
i would. like to. be. good. god. happy in the morning. funny at night. hard worker during the day. freak in bed. sweet when you wake up.
i would. like to. be.
i would like. to. finish one. thing.
this. i will.

2008-04-25T15:31:00.001+02:00

eVERYBODY LIES!!!!!!!!

fuckeverybody hurts!

everybody ... me
petrified mysoul

strangers

2008-04-10T14:34:00.003+02:00

strange feeling haunted my morning..the usual metro, the usual strangers, the usual cloudy sky, the usual music, constante jetlag,..time elegantly fills the void of each and every day..uncommun suggestion of absenceness..no measure is possible this morning..the birds didn't fly, as if they jumped ternderly from one clould to another..no need for wings, only clouds..
i wonder alone..dreaming about wings that don't fly..for my cloud, if you didn't take it away already..i wait for the petrifying look of the muse with golden wings and brazen hands..today call me neptune..i'll kill the man with the shield..don't worry..
yesterday and before are simple myths, as well as tomorrow and after..dreams don't have time nor sence..as these words..as the morning coulds..no time for us..there will be no yesterday this morning, no tomorow in the clouds..

eNGLISH bEAUTY

2008-04-09T14:26:00.006+02:00

he actually should of called it english beauty. portugues beauty as well.. or french beauty... if they actually could stand the french.. i have to thank Sam Mendes for the most saddest film i have ever sawn.
the thing is, how many Lester Burham do we all know?¿ worst, ain't I a Lester?¿ aren't you a Lester?¿ no need to ask how many Angela Hayes are there... i know a couple. a couple to many. ain't i a Angela?¿ who didn't fuck or dream fuckin Angela in college and then haply breed with Annette Bening?¿ well, actually, who doesn't want what they need?¿tell me..
what's the problem wanting something i don't need?¿or better, or worst, i hate needing something i don't want.. what about not needing, not wanting, and appreciate it?¿ well...
i never know what i need to want. i simply need and want separately. can't always get what you want, right?¿ sometimes, you just get what you need... and what about me?¿ don't forget me, please!
stop breeding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

¿where?

2008-04-08T20:21:00.003+02:00

When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather, In a beautiful world.I wish I was special.You're so fucking special.But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here.I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice when I'm not around. You're so fucking specialI wish. I was special. But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh. She's running out the door. She's running out. She run run run run...run...Whatever makes you happy. Whatever you want. You're so fucking special. I wish I was special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here...

NARROW

2008-04-08T13:59:00.005+02:00

hopes are not dreams. i hope i didn't dream tonight. to many narrow nights in my life. extended untill the morning song.. there is always someone singing.. sweet lonely impulsive delight, embracing pain. slowly petrifing. cold absent breath. your skin makes me cry. your eyes make me small, lost in the dust.. your lips make me dream. your voice makes me die. tonight. forever.

my dreams hurt...

2008-04-07T18:09:00.004+02:00

"I'm upset by the happiness of all these men who don't know they're unhappy. [...] Because of that, though, I love them all. Dear vegetables! "
"To be understood is to prostitute yourself. "
"There's no regret more painful than the regret of things that never were. "
"My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt. "
"It is noble to be shy, illustrious not to know how to act, great not to have a gift for living.
"Solitude desolates me; company oppresses me."
"For I am the size of what I see / not my height's size. "
"To write is to forget. Literature is the pleasantest way of ignoring life. "
Thank you Fernando Pessoa.

thank you sunshine

2008-04-07T14:42:00.002+02:00

alla poesia de domenica pomeriggio, grazie occhi belli...

2008-03-14T14:28:00.000+01:00

don'cha?

2008-02-27T18:32:00.002+01:00

Don't you just fuckn hate it? everybody does it. Seems that they like it. All the time...
Funny. Actually anoying. Ironic. At home. At work. At the coffee-shop. In the street. In the desert. In the Sun. In the morning. In the morning. At sleeep. Girls. Boys. Men. Women. Even dogs do it. The dogs. Scraching the head. Or the balls. They may as well just have one name. While dinning. Or even eating. Ain't it terrible? Just hate cake.

leave or be left

2008-02-14T19:54:00.001+01:00

...everyBODY i know goes away in the end
sweet valentine absent mind, forgotten body, senseless hopes

more than words

2008-02-13T20:12:00.001+01:00

adeus

2008-02-13T15:08:00.000+01:00

Adeus aos que cantam o amor! São piores que putas. Nos fazem aceditar ele ele exite para além de uma pernas abertas e umas miseras folhas de papel.
Lê, vem-te, resigna-te!!!

ode to my bitch

2008-02-13T14:57:00.000+01:00

Nada te direi por ter demasiadas palavras na mão. Como punhais sem punhos. Escolhido pela dor como musa de um poeta. Prostituta de um homem. Árvore de uma cão. Arranquem-me do chão! Fechem-me as pernas! Matem o poeta. Demasiados poetas. Demasiadas putas. Demasiados cães.
Matem o cão! Matem a puta! O poeta sucumbirá.. E nada restará..