segunda-feira, 26 de setembro de 2011

I can not wait to tell you the truth . Surely worth worth much unless the wounds that remain for eternity . I wish our story was a happy song and not dominated . But you did everything to destroy what was combined Even feeling hollow inside , empty feeling . Will always feel alone beside who loved you for the oath . Someone who loved you and waited for you . But understand that he was blind with anger without understanding why. I want to give something that is not mine , why you are the most beautiful . But I fear the future without my greatest treasure my Cinderella. Goodbye, goodbye , but I hope to return the mother who already has plenty ages . Our family goes back and forth does not change course despite the difficulties . The love I had muchou like a flower . Does love has ended . That look is the same as when you lost in the endless darkness . But now rediscovered the light , and hopefully come back to me . Where will this path without looking back bridges . But I find that look old , that look before. As if it were the first time you do the same question , clueless . If you still believe in true love love at first sight . Another son appeared is not my pride . The tear escoreu when the flower bloomed on his face . My head penca one thing and my heart says she still loves me . Our love is still alive , walk and walk , but not encontroo my love and lose hope . I want to learn everything again , you can believe. The read and write to live , love and die , when I lost you . Looks like I'm running away , I am a fugitive but I did nothing wrong . I'm sorry to keep running , determined resolve face . You thought it was a nun . This forgetting Nights Fridays . My heart is free , do not feel like kissing you . Sometimes we make mistakes the way ee'preciso courage to accept. Without recognizing the way that I did not look back the way I came . I know I missed many ways , but few who were regretted , tell me .



Nem sempre o seu Anjo pode te ajudar, as vezes ele tem os problemas dele para resolver tabém, mas não por isso que vc vai ser ingrato com ele,: Ele já te ajudou muitas vezes en agora que ele não pode te ajudar, você não pode dizer para ele que você está decepicionado com ele. As pessoas são assim vc as ajuda um milhão de vezes e quando vc não pode ajudar eles esquecem tudo o q vc fez e te viram a cara.

quinta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2011

Why? Did I know you? Only to lose my virginity, Or to change my destiny. Why? Did I know you? I was alone, but I was happy. What did I get with this love? Love or pain tells me. Why? Did I know you? I want you, but I was afraid. This was a lie. Why am I crying, if she doesn’t hear me? When you, took a ride on your boyfriend´s motorcycle. Why? Did I know you? Sometimes you told me, you want me. But stayed with the other one from the iron horse. Living me with false hopes. Waiting for you. Take me. To love .and enjoys this love. I think whose is the stupid, me or other? Why? Did I know you? In that’s period, I thought you were the most beautiful girl. I had seen in my life. But the Devil disguises as an angel. You hurt me, and were infidel with your boyfriend’s. You were not insincere and don’t know which one you choose. Why? Did I know you? She is an ambitions person. How the old proverb says. Who wants everything? Has nothing. Today you are a mother. Nobody knows. Who’s the father? Mother fucker! Why? Did I know you? I became smart with this love.




A musicalidade é como as coisas acontecem na vida, algumas vezes ocorrem naturalmente, outras vezes, você tem que batalhar muito, e quando da errado, você se sente culpado. culpado por não ter terminado aquele curso , por não ter estudado muito , por ter se separado daquela namorada , por escolher um caminho diferente, e dai pra frente, parece que tudo que acontece é culpa daquela decisão que foi tomada a anos atras, que quando da certo, soa como  uma musica ou um cheiro ou  uma imagem que lhe traz boas lembranças, dai você sente essa musicalidade fluir. Concluindo que musicalidade é o prazer que sentimos quando ouvimos uma musica, ou assistimos a uma peça, ou admiramos um a obra de arte, ou damos um simples suspiro inocente e puro que encha os nossos pulmões com ar e nos faça perceber como as coisas que fazemos sem perceber também pode nos proporcionar um prazer, aquele copo de água fresca, um bom banho ou receber um beijo inesperado, a musicalidade esta em tudo só preciso parar um instante e ouvir ou recordar.

sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2011

brunette I am not worthy of your love However great my pain I want to screen three times daily At dawn , night and day This desire is not over And this passion that increased Do not really know what I'm feeling I'm confused, looking for a reason But how long it lasted Best leave it all began I do not know why I still insist on canvas I do not know if I am , but regret deceive her But whenever agreement, still thinks of you brunette ! Afraid of losing her . Oh ! my little one. But I will not stop her from being happy So follow your path as always wanted As I said I am not worthy of your love I regret losing her , but then I feel a warmth If you do not see it is easy to overcome this hardness But if I find you can not resist its beauty I feel weak to admire it . But let flow like a stroke of a watercolor That score as blood from a wound , like a fountain But the result , narrates a horizon of a scar You will one day from my life and be happy But I want you to know , you left me a scar If you think I'm worthy of your love Show me the path or the output of this corridor Where time does not spare us This escapes me leaving me guilt Guilt is for lack of dedication And this is the reason of his anger As change comes to collecting crumbs I want you, but I lack time to found our True love is that which overcomes The time to miss the empty and waiting Wanted to be strong and put an end But I do not know what would become of me Without my brunette candy lips Stomach small but supports many pains Want more warmth in harness But what you do is just cry Repentance knocks on my door , handing me the result . Catch in my arms that innocence , without awareness Enlouquentes acts ranging up where Without rules and promises only for the reason of love