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.
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