Here comes the rain again

another night
another dream shattered.
how many do I have left?
we are stronger together
than we are apart, but
tomorrow never comes...
until it's too late.
so just come undone, or not,
just come.
we don't need a miracle
we need us.
praying for directions
and playing silly games,
wishing we have heard
calling ourselves by different names
If words had will
they'd probably kill
but they don't
and kill the same way
either if I go, or if I stay

breath again

I'm taking my last breath
preparing to jump and fall down
from the edge of the depth
just failing to sink and drown.
if the sun shines at my windows
my soul rests like restless widows
always trying to focus on a sleep
that the mind just doesn't allow to keep.
take me as I am
take me to the foreign lands
take me to the place where souls flow
and bodies just lie hand-by-hand.
take me to nowhere
take me where I seam to bear
the pain that bends the mind to brake
because my body just can't take
any more...

... now we’re not

I wish I didn't want to try so hard
I wish the days just go, as they come,
I wish time just passed me by
as I look to shadows of dust.

I'm living in a dream world
where all dreams seem nightmares
I feel like I'm lost without a word
in this place where no one dares

the shape of the time that goes,
coming again, and then going,
souring the bitterness that flows
out into the sweet eyes that mourn

once I was there, now I'm not.
I take a look at my life
I realize then that I forgot
the moments by the bay side
where you and I sat together
dreaming we would stay forever...
and ever, and ever, and ever...

we were...

these dreams took me weeks
and medication to forget
they left me tumbling weak
just thinking why I left.
and laying there beside
with her hands on the floor
throwing myself aside
and knocking out the door.
even though I don't agree
and I don't quite understand,
sometimes, you can, lie to me
that I'll believe in the cold touch of your hand.
and the house that we were building,
was not made of brick nor stone
it's not hot or cold like the weather,
but is warm and cosy like our hearts were.
these dreams took me weeks
and dedication to forget
they left me dying and weak
just thinking how I left.
and I did

just thinking by myself wtf,
why the hell do I felt this way?
why can't I just smile
to the path that has gone away?

I look to the clock: 3 am.
where do I think I am?

little boy

a little boy smiles with a lonely word.
a little boy smiles in a lonely world.
change a person, change the world
- he thinks - but who's willing to change him?
or better, who's able to change him?
because there's no one there
except for himself.
the pain is inevitable,
but suffering is optional,
so he chooses to go on with is life,
but what kind of life is it?
at least it's one he knows
and one that he can change.
it could be easier following the flow
but it's a path that leads to somewhere,
wherever that somewhere may be...
whatever the changes that may be made...
- it feels like philosophy or math -
whoever is changed by him,
and whoever change his path

lovers by the Bay side

stars shining right above you
stars singing and whispering
(I love you)
and whenever you feel sorrow and blue
think of me like I'm thinking of you.
stars clapping hands above you
dancing and smiling at the moonlight,
writing words once whispered
(I love you)
in a tenuous moment so bright.
stars doing their thing right above you
just lighting the streets
like lights that shine through
holes in the sheets,
pronouncing your name
(Cláudia)
and whispering some thoughts
(I love you)
párárárárárárá
so let us get caught
in a moment so bright
shining through our eyes
like a magical light.
just lay by my side
and think of us
cause the night is made for lovers
just like us ... and all the others.

beautiful sunny day

twilight, twilight,
why does the dawn seem so bright?
why can't I just feel how feelings
should be felt? as a ray of light.
dawning day, dawning day,
why does the light seem so far away
from the shadows that I glimpse
within a blink of an eye.
I feel like an end is near,
but, nevertheless, I feel no fear
as long as I can always disappear.
I can keep going straight
to that place with the pretty looks
where the sun shines at eight
surrounded by my dusty old books.
The sun lights the place
as a match lights the dark
and it marks a nice pace
allowing me to fall back,
and enjoy the simple things in life
that allow us to live like one
although we are alone...