Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
Pushing us into self destruction
Pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self destruction
And pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
in "Showbiz" de Muse
terça-feira, 29 de junho de 2010
domingo, 20 de junho de 2010
"Sanctuary" (?)
"A familiar sound made him open them. A sound he had not heard in a while. A familiar scent filled the air. A scent he missed. He looked around but he could not see where they could be coming from. Rosie was still asleep so he decided to leave the house in search of these familiar yet unknown mysteries. The young doctor opened the front door and he could not see the path he had trailed a few hours ago or the green and golden fields that had dazzled him just a while ago.
He was no longer standing on the house’s doorstep, he was at the top of a cliff, facing the ocean. However, he only saw the ocean’s bottom, there was no water, only a vast extension of dark sand. He could still hear that noise and feel that scent, but he knew what they were now: the sound of the waves and the water’s salty perfume. But how could he sense something that he could not see?
“I lost my heart, I buried it to deep, under the iron sea.”
The sound seemed to come from above, so he looked towards the sky. There were no clouds, there was no sun or stars, there was no moon. Only a grey agitated mass glided where the heavens should be.
Suddenly he realised what it was...
- “No...” – he whispered to the winds.
There they were, the water, the salt, the waves, floating in midair.
Although it was high above him he could see that the sea was not calm, it seemed to be fustigated by a storm.
The young doctor noticed that the waves were almost being blown apart by the heavy winds that inhabited those heights. Or perhaps they were the ones who were agitating the wind.
He felt a drop hit his forehead, and another. All of a sudden the ocean started to fall and the waves were getting louder and louder. He was going to drown, there was no escape.
The massive mass of water and salt hit him and pushed him down the cliff. He could feel himself falling and floating at the same times in the water. He was twirling and falling, the waves were playing with him, he was not sure if he would drown before hitting the dark sand below. The young doctor was trapped in a grey whirlpool, destined to hit the darkness that awaited him further. His last breath left his mouth.
“I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side”
"
in "Sanctuary" de José Trindade (eu)
He was no longer standing on the house’s doorstep, he was at the top of a cliff, facing the ocean. However, he only saw the ocean’s bottom, there was no water, only a vast extension of dark sand. He could still hear that noise and feel that scent, but he knew what they were now: the sound of the waves and the water’s salty perfume. But how could he sense something that he could not see?
“I lost my heart, I buried it to deep, under the iron sea.”
The sound seemed to come from above, so he looked towards the sky. There were no clouds, there was no sun or stars, there was no moon. Only a grey agitated mass glided where the heavens should be.
Suddenly he realised what it was...
- “No...” – he whispered to the winds.
There they were, the water, the salt, the waves, floating in midair.
Although it was high above him he could see that the sea was not calm, it seemed to be fustigated by a storm.
The young doctor noticed that the waves were almost being blown apart by the heavy winds that inhabited those heights. Or perhaps they were the ones who were agitating the wind.
He felt a drop hit his forehead, and another. All of a sudden the ocean started to fall and the waves were getting louder and louder. He was going to drown, there was no escape.
The massive mass of water and salt hit him and pushed him down the cliff. He could feel himself falling and floating at the same times in the water. He was twirling and falling, the waves were playing with him, he was not sure if he would drown before hitting the dark sand below. The young doctor was trapped in a grey whirlpool, destined to hit the darkness that awaited him further. His last breath left his mouth.
“I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side”
"
in "Sanctuary" de José Trindade (eu)
quarta-feira, 16 de junho de 2010
"D is for Dangerous"
"He knew what he wanted to say
But he didn't know how to word it
The dirty little Herbert
Was thinking an escape
But the place was well guarded
The guiltiness that started
Soon as the other part had stopped
D is for Delightful
And try and keep your trousers on
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for
Desperately trying to simulate what it was that was alright
Three quarters of an hour ago
That had led him to be in a position
And every compromission
On the brink of an episode
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for delightful
and try and keep your trousers on
you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare"
in "D is for Dangerous" de Arctic Monkeys
But he didn't know how to word it
The dirty little Herbert
Was thinking an escape
But the place was well guarded
The guiltiness that started
Soon as the other part had stopped
D is for Delightful
And try and keep your trousers on
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for
Desperately trying to simulate what it was that was alright
Three quarters of an hour ago
That had led him to be in a position
And every compromission
On the brink of an episode
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for delightful
and try and keep your trousers on
you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare"
in "D is for Dangerous" de Arctic Monkeys
domingo, 13 de junho de 2010
"O espelho do Mundo"
Areal deserto. À minha volta nada perturba o gritante silêncio que cala o riso. Nada, excepto a ondulação. As águas tempestuosas fustigam, castigam os cinzentos promontórios que protegem as areias tórridas da violência do vento. A espuma salgada das ondas parece corroer as rochas enquanto elas vão desaparecendo sob a água.
Levanto a cabeça e corro em direcção à agitada massa cinzenta que atormenta a tormenta celeste. Os pés enterram-se na areia, parecem não querer continuar, não querer enfrentar… mergulho. Dor, frio, mágoa. Ali flutuando à mercê das vagas, a minha alma parece mirrar e enegrecer nas águas que a acolhem num abraço agónico de gelo.
Ar. Preciso de respirar. Não aguento. Irrompo pela superfície agora calma do oceano em busca de algo que me prenda à minha mirrada essência. Olho para baixo e vejo o espelho que a raiva quebrou a refazer-se. O espelho de um mar de lágrimas. Lágrimas da alma, lágrimas do ser, a essência salgada que somos. Será este mar os olhos do mundo, os olhos que espelham a sua alma? Uma alma cinzenta, corrosiva, fria. Uma alma de dor, um mundo de mágoa.
Levanto a cabeça e corro em direcção à agitada massa cinzenta que atormenta a tormenta celeste. Os pés enterram-se na areia, parecem não querer continuar, não querer enfrentar… mergulho. Dor, frio, mágoa. Ali flutuando à mercê das vagas, a minha alma parece mirrar e enegrecer nas águas que a acolhem num abraço agónico de gelo.
Ar. Preciso de respirar. Não aguento. Irrompo pela superfície agora calma do oceano em busca de algo que me prenda à minha mirrada essência. Olho para baixo e vejo o espelho que a raiva quebrou a refazer-se. O espelho de um mar de lágrimas. Lágrimas da alma, lágrimas do ser, a essência salgada que somos. Será este mar os olhos do mundo, os olhos que espelham a sua alma? Uma alma cinzenta, corrosiva, fria. Uma alma de dor, um mundo de mágoa.
"Lágrimas Ocultas"
"Se me ponho a cismar em outras eras
Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida,
Parece-me que foi noutras esferas,
Parece-me que foi numa outra vida...
E a minha triste boca dolorida,
Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras,
Esbate as linhas graves e severas
E cai num abandono de esquecida!
E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago...
Tomo a brandura plácida dum lago
O meu rosto de monja de marfim...
E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma,
Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma!
Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim!"
Florbela Espanca
Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida,
Parece-me que foi noutras esferas,
Parece-me que foi numa outra vida...
E a minha triste boca dolorida,
Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras,
Esbate as linhas graves e severas
E cai num abandono de esquecida!
E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago...
Tomo a brandura plácida dum lago
O meu rosto de monja de marfim...
E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma,
Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma!
Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim!"
Florbela Espanca
"No Bravery"
"There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families‚ turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
Old men kneel and accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness."
in "No Bravery" de James Blunt
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families‚ turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
Old men kneel and accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness."
in "No Bravery" de James Blunt
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