São Paulo underpass graffiti in action

The wine is swet like your lips

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Consideração total

Existe pessoas que nos acabamos nos identificando muito de primeira, foi o que aconteceu entre eu  e os cara da DeeKaaddencia , apesar de nos conhecermos anos pelos  muros de São Paulo, mas não nos conhecíamos pessoalmente, impressionante como falamos a mesma linguá, parece que somos amigos de longa data,  nós temos os mesmos ideais e respeitamos os princípios do movimento: considero muito esses caras, tenho uma grande admiração pela a atitude e amizade deles.  

waiting for the day of my great death. because every day is a daily victory in this blessed gift, if there is a paradise that is just a little like our socializing. everything is a learning this great life while I live.

this is only a question: please leave your opinion about it.

Our death is a matter of days, money is not worth anything, survival is not right, it is best to live.

What people are ashamed to show: maybe you can be the most beautiful thing to see.

O que as pessoas tem vergonha de mostrar: talvez possas ser a coisa mais bela de se ver.

Art is stronger than ignorance. A alive JeSuis Charlie

Angel writing and angel falling

Extress

Extress

We run for the city.

We exceed the speed limit.

In a constant period.

We run the all instant.

We look the happiness.

We only find the vanity.

If to look at in its ambition.

saw that modernity is our destruction.

The pollution in suffocates them.

Time is money and this me nauseated.

The concrete and ash, ugly and cold.

The green that existed there, disappeared!

We are being suffocated, and alone in the congealed fed ones of.

I do not obtain to breathe.

Necessary of a little of air.

I have asthma, bronchitis and chronic gastrite.

Somebody thought about atomic bomb?

That nothing, the world goes to improve.

We have money, progress and much place to deforest.

What in it remains them to conquer.

The world to only exterminar.

The more we run to obtain.

Faster the world goes to come to ruin itself.

Perhaps it does not run and it walks.

Thus the death not in the reach.

We run the all instant. It stops! ...

it relaxes and it thinks one instant.

Author: Mauro Santos(Dib).

Reportagem do graffiti na Av. 23 de Maio

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Graffiti na 23 de Maio

Conclusion of the Life.

Conclusion of the Life. 

The life is a tide, full of high and decreases. 

It has its days of Gloria and those that in nothing are incased. 

The life nothing more is of that one day after the other. 

The night finishes and tomorrow it is another dream.

 Another day of fight for the life. 

That anger to teach the learning to it of its live. 

Either in the happiness or the sadness. 

Constructed for nobility, wealth and poverty. 

That after some time of living with the life. 

It goes to teach the direction to you and to learn has malice. 

The disillusionment the hatred and also the love. 

The affection the affection including pain. 

 is therefore that it goes To have that to fight. 

To face pain and to obtain love. 

It swims in the life is easy to obtain.

 I do not want nothing assayed, to come to ruin itself.

 I do not want far from easy,

 therefore favour would not goTo have.

That reason would have, people to live it.

 Why we complain of the problems that we have. 

Without them nothing we will be. 

If the Eva did not bite the tempting mace. Perhaps we been angels, 

not devils people.

 Bad and the good would not exist.

 Why in the paradise 

I would live. 

But nor the seeds spare

 Have that to live thus, 

therefore we need love. 

Some more, other little.

 The times nor we need, but still we have. 

Then the life is thus. 

and all we already know.

 Authors: Mauro Saints (Dib) Alex Fabian (Leco) 

Brown Girl

I'm not worthy of your love
However great my pain

I want to screen three times a day
At dawn, night and day

This wish is not over
And this passion that increased

Not really know what I'm feeling
I am confused, looking for a reason

But how long it lasted
Better to leave it all began

I do not know why I still insist on Canvas
I do not know if I am, but regret deceive it

But whenever agreement, still think of you, brunette!
Afraid to lose it. Oh! my little one.

But I did not stop her from being happy
So take its course as always wanted

As I said I am not worthy of your love
I regret that I lose it, but then feel the heat

If you do not see is easy to overcome this hardness
But if I find you can not resist its beauty

I am a weak to admire it.
But let flow like a stroke of a watercolor

That score like 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 with guilt

Guilt is for lack of dedication
And this is the reason of his indignation

As change comes to collecting crumbs
I want you, but I lack time for our found

True love is the one who overcomes
The time to miss the empty and waiting

I wanted to be strong and put an end
But I do not know what would become of me

Without my brunette candy lips
Belly small but supports many pains

In the warmth want more leverage
But what you do is just cry

Repentance knocks on my door, handing me the result.
I pick up in my arms that innocence without being aware

Acts enlouquentes ranging up to where
No rules and no promises only by the love of reason

Não sou digno do seu amor
Por maior que seja a minha dor

Quero te-la três vezes ao dia

De madrugada, noite e dia

Esse desejo que não acabou

E esta  paixão que aumentou

Não sei realmente o que estou sentindo

Fico confuso, procurando um motivo

Mas quanto tempo isso durou

Melhor deixar como tudo começou

Não sei por que ainda insisto em tela

Não sei se estou , mas me arrependo de iludi-la

Mas sempre que acordo, ainda penso em você, morena!

Com medo de perde-la. Oh ! minha pequena.

Mas não quero impedi-la de ser feliz

Por isso siga o seu caminho como sempre quis

Como já disse não sou digno do seu amor

Arrependo-me de perde-la, mas depois sinto um calor

Se não a vejo é fácil superar essa dureza

Mas se te encontro não resisto a sua beleza

Sinto-me um fraco ao admira-la.

Mas deixo fluir como uma pincelada de uma aquarela

Que escorre como sangue de uma ferida, igual a um chafariz

Mas o resultado, narra um horizonte de uma cicatriz

Você um dia vai partir da minha vida e será feliz

Mas quero que saiba, que você me deixou uma cicatriz

Se você achar que sou digno do seu amor

Mostre-me o caminho ou a saída deste corredor

Onde o tempo não nos poupa

Este me foge me deixando uma culpa

Culpa está por falta de dedicação

E este é o motivo da sua indignação

Com o troco vem a cobrança de migalhas

Desejo-te, mas me falta tempo para as nossas encontradas

O verdadeiro amor é aquele que supera

O tempo à saudade o vazio e a espera

Queria ser forte e por um fim

Mas eu não sei o que seria de mim

Sem a minha morena dos lábios doces

Ventre pequeno mas suporta muitas dores

No aconchego quer mais aproveitar

Mas o que se faz é só chorar

O arrependimento bate a minha porta,que me entrega a conseqüência.

Apanho nos meus braços essa inocência, sem ter a consciência

Atos enlouquentes que vão ate onde for

Sem regras e sem promessas só pelo motivo do amor

friendship Colour

friendship Colour

You only have the will to live
Only the will to live
And realize you can do anything you want
Right or wrong, only you can know

You should not satisfaction to anyone
No need to say anything to anyone
Stick to you, do not care what will tell
Do what you feel like and what suits you

Believe in your talent more
Let it flow let it happen
Even the sun comes up in the open air
The important thing is to let flourish

A smile will manifest
For doing what you excite
Whether it was right or was wrong, let it be
Sin exists for one who practiced

Feel the pleasure of life and let it happen
Why life is now and tomorrow will be too late
To repent of something that could happen
But you better remember something that happened and it was too

This colorful friendship wanna be your wake
Time to be heard and tell you a verse friend
Or your lover at the time you want me
And see her smile and say flow was very good my friend

And then reflect on all that is forbidden is tastier
Does this by envy, because they are not capable as you
Who does not eat the forbidden fruit does not know how sin is tasty
Do not know how to venture and feel the butterflies in my stomach that happens

After eating the fruit what I like
It is kissing drop that flows in the corner of his mouth
It's like a mild poison that dominates me and still like
And singing a song that makes me dance, without stopping, to and fro.

With a feeling of internal explosion
Again listen to our song
Thinking about everything that happened and how it ends
I see. That would do it again, then.

Segunda -feira

Fomos inocentes

Acreditando que nossos sonhos

Irão se realizar, com tão pouco

Com a inocÊncia do amor

Sonhos nos atrasam

Enquanto dormimos

Em vez de andarmos para frente

Andamos para traz

Acreditamos nas mentiras dos humanos

E não enxergamos a verdade dos animais

 A inocência nos traiu

Nosso mundo sumiu

Ignoram a nossa cortesia

E nos insultam

Mas também sabemos brigar

Mostre os dentes e se defenda

Ganhe respeito e perca a inocência

Está tudo igual sem decência

Ficamos surdos

Suspeitam da nossa honestidade

Não acreditam na integridade

E ninguém nos ajuda

Mas todos nos criticam

Ofendem pelo simples fato

De ser segunda-feira

Acabando com a semana inteira

Nem sempre poucas palavras

Expressam o que queremos dizer

E uma dissertação tem que fazer

Simplesmente para dizer

Um bom dia para você

My day

Get up scratching the bites so deep

That disturb my sleep

The nightmares were intense

Brush my teeth with fear, was expensive.

Since a corroded clothes moth.

Wonder fruit flies around my mouth.

How sugar and salt, could be bad idea

The dog which itches the bite flea.

The rat left a tick here this hospice

Worse than pigeon lice

Crowding for crumbs is a target

Lock the door eroded by termites

My love wasn't ask sorry, what loss.

I go down the stairs, straight at moss

I open the gate that the rust consumes

Nod to my love at the window, wear my costumes.

This way, I follow my way.

Dib