Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
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 .
segunda-feira, 27 de junho de 2011
I'm an empty overtake me I do not think that's true but it really feels like the end Global Manipulation with if all state Watch a man to criticize me and offend me and I still think it cool Induces sends woman to be happy without me Use and take advantage, but I will not until the end Pepper in the ass the other is refreshment Intense embarrassment is not something that I drink is very dry Understanding does not exist when we are on guard Attacking is necessary to avoid injury to loved Not to covet is the best disguise and pretend not to see When beautiful, seduction into action, even better is not believing Out a fantasy is fantastic The result is real, fatal and dramatic I could lose everything I have for this desire But if you do not realize I'm on discontent Having experience is able to assess what it meant and passed I never imagined that everything now a days held Concretizo something erotic or a simple modesty Maybe hotter than actually materialized Beauty is a reflection of the soul without personality or character What you feel is what you want, there is the barrier and can contain I imagine that most do not belong to this world Repent and do not want to live In accepted as everything has to be May be unable to really say everything I'm feeling rather But that emptiness came over me seems to have come to an end No need to show you who I really am sincerity and transparency do not show where I'm going I want you to know me and learn something from me if you touch me might tell you everything until the end
segunda-feira, 30 de maio de 2011
Be the poet or the interpreter Made puppet for these people No bickering Being the way it is Even your ceiling falling And keep smiling Floor without stopping Accommodated not devote Believe that the world Ira change I wash my dirty clothes I plant my food I believe I can I do not think I came from And whither I go If the problem is math Why bothering me. Damn, each with their Says poor bastard But do not see the navel Tomorrow it could be you Bloomy And candles in the four corners 'm Pleased elegant Than that serves It's just a piece of cloth With a beautiful name advertise poison Our poison is better a "single drop just Buy now and experience if you do not like going back to complain sit on top of a mountain forgetting all those people hypocritical and arrogant breathe fresh air, admire the sky relax and open a soda burp tight putting out impurities fattening me and me enfeia purify the fountain of pure water drinking the simple things savoring its taste and find that still has no cure use no moral only feel the heat heating this cold wind admire the chlorophyll of plants it stops being not Get Fat Beautify the immobilized life without invading anyone's place what really matters is what I am that a liquid drop my appears someone like you no matter if your ideas are confused not knowing what to say
quarta-feira, 4 de maio de 2011
Being jealous is natural within the normal And how to play against yourself without morals lanejo I will say looking for an outlet Intrigue turned into a fight, this one-way road Now I hear a girl crying, just listen I do not see Disguise and go out to walk, do not know where, but I leave my contempt The tears seemed endless, along with the bad words, which I mistreated yes Take a fright and I'm on guard, not believing that you spoke to me Now I hear a bell ring, din gift Pride prevents says his kiss was good Time passed and my ego grew Já'não recall what love could be mine You against me says that the bell is not a gift Din What difference does it make, his kiss was really bomTrapaceando hate this game Where whoever wins gets idleness. Bringing into play as a trophy love her. You suffer for something that did not happen The time darkened and everything was so peaceful Want to control you and keep you with me in a span I feel someone traveling, I try and not against I hear a bird singing perched on a tree trunk How wish I could fly and be watching you But I realize that walking is better than crawling up when Time passed and my ego grew Have not remember the love that could be my
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