Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
quarta-feira, 27 de julho de 2011
My love was angry with me because of my friends . But I embrace and is okay , because no one refuses a hug and a kiss too . But she did not talk to me and not let me understand why, and I'm in solitude without a verse friend . Way alone through the darkness , and aimlessly did not realize that miles traveled in the company of a friend ; loneliness . But you know what happened , his eye turned blue from screaming . Sometimes anger shows the beauty . And the truth will not let her reveal. Let's leave without saying goodbye , I'll never forget that line them. Do not close the curtain let the wind take me to a place that is not mine. Show me your scars , just so I know the pain you felt . Cut the tongue of those who slander and drill the eyes and ears who does not love who betrayed me . Never leave the place where I was born , here I want to live here want to die . Stay and understand what I say and not humiliate me and stay without understanding the words that offend me with pleasure. Do not want to send my children to war , I'd rather stay and use tools that only builds rather that it only destroys . Every living son warrant for war coming back two dead . I do not want to see a tear fall for me , for my embebecido blood. But now my love has forgiven me , seeing my friends carrying my coffin toward the eternal sleep , where all my dreams will be only yours.
Meus Anjos: " Que me defenda dos meus Demoniôs" pelo menos na hora de desenhar , me fez esquecer da maldade que nesse mundo existe e que proteja a todos possíveis e impossíveis, para os que estão nas ruas, nas favelas, nas cadeias, no trabalho em casa, etc. Porque toda proteção recebida é valida, neste plano que aqui estamos, porque tudo o que temos é a fé e essa ninguem vê, mas precisa, para se sentir protegido.
segunda-feira, 25 de julho de 2011
The wet paper , and stained and spotted , And spotted todoos oss versus I wrote The paint ran , and the paper wrinkled , crinkled I'm ashamed to deliver it , deliver it So you laugh , and laugh at me . How interference that hinders , communication, Crisp is not, understand the message with a bad definition ( Sung in Rap ) Sometimes it is said by unspoken And what is meant is a damn ( MI ) Of words and phrases verses were lost were meaningless ( Rap ) It was something like ice ( RE ) Transparent , clean and solid, comforting words . Now are only spots , melted down and dirty with cold words . ( RAP ) The temporau worsened and the wind ( LA ) The rest of your ds versus Run behind the meeting and sworn tab Lift with care not to tear it ( SI ) Hoping it can still takes it I watch to see if anything was left And I realize that all of what I wrote Only two non- spotted . ( I hate you ) or ( Love You )
sexta-feira, 22 de julho de 2011
The wine is sweet and her soft mouth The red lipstick brightens The hot pepper is the flame that shines The taste of the beauty fool me The smell is delighted with the scent Hearing before the dance melody Tact fumbles on soft skin The leg trembles Smile Dry throat, improvisation The heart throbs in the Labyrinth Thought seeks exit The wheezing is suffocating Joy fickle disrupts The eyes darken The dream is not over The image is distorted Cade you.
quinta-feira, 21 de julho de 2011
I just want to make love without guilt That is tasty and tender Where to bring me a sense of relief What I find as a breather What do I overcome my losses With their loving gestures , a total madness That is eternal while it lasts I just want to take this time to your side No fighting without discussion Only the silence of a solitude , mute and silent As if we were one person for such synchronization Synchronized the rhythm of this relationship , the act of making uproar Where just wanna make love without guilt and feel your taste. Slipping my hand this body so young Like a rare work of art , all decomposed At a time only taking our port wine Feeling the sensation of relaxing , doing lots will Just wanna make love without guilt , even after I become a dead Falling asleep beside her , forgetting the outside world Giving value to this tasty time That does not have an invaluable Do not buy a value that exists It is unique , only those who love can describe ; But never sell .
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