.:sorry i can't:.

Today you taught me a lesson;
don't let anything interfere with my life.
Including you.

.:brooklyn cold:.

The last time i was in Brooklyn was like 6 years ago.
That day i felt like smoking.
Today fells like that day,
it was cold although not this cold,
maybe November but i could not tell.
I didn't like to read back then, at least not books,
i was into blogs and i also had a friend.
Today i read books more often than blogs,
and my friend is no longer mine,
but the smoking part wont ever change.

.:asco:.

Como me caga perder mis identidades.
Me entrego tanto a las personas que amo que me vacian
se llevan todo de mi
y en ese despertar en ese momento estoy tan lleno de nada que me da asco.
mierda!

.:cold:.

Every night you pushed me further and further away,
ofcourse we didnt know that.
Until one day you woke up by your self
and I in her bed

.:500 nights:.

you are so much better than the girl of my dreams
you are real

.:fica comigo:.

I took the Rio Vermelho with me
to find my pleasures,
while you lay in the living room beyond my eyes
comfortably numb

.:let me kiss you all over:.

i loved to see her, to observe
her body
all of it, every curve,
every pore, every form, every line.
her beauty
kiss it
that! the she that only she could be
the unique
what makes us individuals
i loved to know every part of her
memorize it
to know her
the all
the most beautiful all i've ever seen

.:my whole world:.

"my whole world crumbling down
the pressure is on"
i feel so fuckin sad today
like something is ripping me apart, from inside out
my heart if heavy
once again so fuckin sad

.:get your own brain:.

You say : "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
And you claim these words as your own
But I've read well, and I've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose/poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
'Cause there's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall


A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates

.:great expectations:.

i guess i should never expect you to be home when i come back,
i understand , you are not like that
you just wanna "respect" my space
i guess you'll never do that...

.:those were our times:.

sometime i don't know when
i stopped listening to Beirut

.:i give up:.

I'm so alone tonight
My bed feels larger than when I was small
Lost in memories
Lost in all the sheets and old pillows
So alone tonight
Miss you more than I will let you know
Miss the outline of your back
Miss you breathing down my neck
They're all out to get you
Once again they are all out to get you
Insecure, what you gonna do
Feel so small they could step on you
Called you up, answering machine
When the human touch
Is what is need

.:cell phone:.

the worst part of all is that i just wanted to call you
while i was peeing and ask you go pee too,
then at the same time flush the toilet
and experience and world whirlpooling in different directions

.:waschbee:.

you were so right!!
i was not me...

.:amor brasileiro:.

today i asked two people for advice
the first person a total stranger.
the second person is probably the one that knows me best in this world

only two words were mention to them
broken heart

this is her response.

"like an empty cloud
wound tight across two fingers
straining against each other,
will rip inevitably
shredding what was
really nothing to begin with"

this is his response.

RUN!

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anayvelyse
dad

.:ivan:.

Boots are cool!!
I've always like my cowboy boots, i feel invincible when i wear them, like Ivan the rubber Tarzan inside the container. Oshkosh would notice that, and the trails we found those days would take us to the coolest caves. i forget why i sopped using them, i guess here cowboy boots aren't as well regarded as from where i come from..