I've achieved so much in life,
but I'm an amateur in love
My bank account is doing just fine
but my emotions are bankrupt
My body is nice and strong
but my heart is in a million pieces
When the sun is shining so am I
but when night falls, so do my tears
Sometimes the beat is so loud in my heart
that I can barely tell our voices apart
Sometimes the fear is so loud in my head
that I can barely hear what God says
but then I hear a whisper that this too shall pass
I hear the angels whisper that this too shall pass
my ancestors whisper that this day will one day be the past
so I walk in faith that this too shall pass
The one that loved me the most
turned around and hurt me the worst
Been doing my best to move on
but the pain just keeps singing me songs
My head and my heart are at war
cause love ain't happening the way I want it
Feel like I'm about to break down
can't hear the light at the end of the tunnel
is when I pray for healing in my heart
to be put back together what is torn apart
and I pray for quiet in my head
that I can hear clearly what GOD says
but then I hear a whisper that this too shall pass
I hear the angels whisper that this too shall pass
my ancestors whisper that this day will one day be the past
so I walk in faith that this too shall pass
All of a sudden I realized
that it only hurts worst to fight it
So I embrace my shadow and hold on to the morning light
this too shall pass...
I hear the angels whisper that trouble don't have to last always
I hear the angels whisper even the day after tomorrow will one day be yesterday
I hear my angels whisper this too shall pass
Thursday 22 January 2009
Wednesday 21 January 2009
Versos Mudos
Sei que já tentei de tudo,
Sei que já não quero mais lembrar.
Só não sei como dizer pra mim.
Toda vez eu me pergunto,
Quem será que pode completar
Esses versos mudos que eu escrevi?
Pra tentar me convencer.
Que eu consigo sem você,
Respirar enfim, um momento só pra mim,
E deixar a vida acontecer.
Aos poucos vou reconstruindo,
Aos poucos tudo volta pro lugar,
Escutando a alma dizer que sim.
Nesse mundo desatino,
Espero a nova rima me encontrar.
Nesses versos mudos que eu escrevi.
Pra tentar me convencer.
Que eu consigo sem você,
Respirar enfim, um momento só pra mim,
E deixar a vida acontecer...
Pra tentar me convencer.
Que eu consigo sem você,
Respirar enfim, um momento só pra mim,
E deixar a vida acontecer...
Respirar enfim, um momento só pra mim,
E deixar a vida acontecer...
Alexandre Castilho, Marcus Menna e Victor Pozas
Sei que já não quero mais lembrar.
Só não sei como dizer pra mim.
Toda vez eu me pergunto,
Quem será que pode completar
Esses versos mudos que eu escrevi?
Pra tentar me convencer.
Que eu consigo sem você,
Respirar enfim, um momento só pra mim,
E deixar a vida acontecer.
Aos poucos vou reconstruindo,
Aos poucos tudo volta pro lugar,
Escutando a alma dizer que sim.
Nesse mundo desatino,
Espero a nova rima me encontrar.
Nesses versos mudos que eu escrevi.
Pra tentar me convencer.
Que eu consigo sem você,
Respirar enfim, um momento só pra mim,
E deixar a vida acontecer...
Pra tentar me convencer.
Que eu consigo sem você,
Respirar enfim, um momento só pra mim,
E deixar a vida acontecer...
Respirar enfim, um momento só pra mim,
E deixar a vida acontecer...
Alexandre Castilho, Marcus Menna e Victor Pozas
Monday 19 January 2009
Saturday 17 January 2009
Wednesday 14 January 2009
O meu sorriso
Provoco magoa sem querer.
Me sinto so no meio da multidao.
Barulho no silencio entao...
Pensamentos tornados reviram meu superego
questionando ideais, regras, crencas e a consciencia.
De novo me sinto um passarinho na gaiola
e o pranto toma conta do meu tempo, preenche o meu vazio.
Lagrimas de dor, de amor (ausencia dele),
de arrependimento, de impotencia e de duvida.
O que eu quero? O que eu sou? O que eu posso?
Nao tenho ambicao suficiente para os meus sonhos...
E nao tenho mais a unica coisa que me fazia diferente dos outros:
o meu sorriso.
Me sinto so no meio da multidao.
Barulho no silencio entao...
Pensamentos tornados reviram meu superego
questionando ideais, regras, crencas e a consciencia.
De novo me sinto um passarinho na gaiola
e o pranto toma conta do meu tempo, preenche o meu vazio.
Lagrimas de dor, de amor (ausencia dele),
de arrependimento, de impotencia e de duvida.
O que eu quero? O que eu sou? O que eu posso?
Nao tenho ambicao suficiente para os meus sonhos...
E nao tenho mais a unica coisa que me fazia diferente dos outros:
o meu sorriso.
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own.
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us
to be careful, be realistic,
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live,
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company
you keep in the empty moments.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own.
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us
to be careful, be realistic,
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live,
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what
or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company
you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Sunday 11 January 2009
ate o próximo sol...
parte
e leva contigo a esperança
e leva contigo a esperança
antes que o próximo sol
desperte meus sonhos
e não haja mais tempo
pra perder você
Douglas D
desperte meus sonhos
e não haja mais tempo
pra perder você
Douglas D
Friday 9 January 2009
O que sera?
Eu estava conversando com uma grande amiga um dia desses e ela me disse que, apesar de eu tentar não deixar transparecer, meus olhos denunciam a minha tristeza.
Será que sou uma pessoa triste?
Penso que sou uma pessoa boa... Então, por que eu vivo com a impressão de que ha sempre alguma coisa faltando na minha vida?
O que procuro? O que desejo? O que vai me fazer sentir completa, ou, pelo menos, um pouco feliz?
Posso não ser feliz, mas pequenas coisas fazem meu coracao sorrir... Ver um cachorrinho passeando na rua, sentir o vento soprando meu rosto num dia bonito de sol, presenciar a cumplicidade de um casal de velinhos andando de mãos dadas, me deliciar ao perceber as descobertas feitas por crianças brincando no parque, ver alguem sorrir de volta, estar com meus poucos e queridos amigos (ou pelo menos saber que eles estão bem), a minha família, terminar uma tarefa dificil, jogar uma boa partida de basquete... O engraçado e que, ao listá-las, percebo que nao as tenho presentes em minha vida por um tempo. Por que será?
Quando descobrir eu aviso.
Ate la... I'll morph and fly around, like a butterfly.
Será que sou uma pessoa triste?
Penso que sou uma pessoa boa... Então, por que eu vivo com a impressão de que ha sempre alguma coisa faltando na minha vida?
O que procuro? O que desejo? O que vai me fazer sentir completa, ou, pelo menos, um pouco feliz?
Posso não ser feliz, mas pequenas coisas fazem meu coracao sorrir... Ver um cachorrinho passeando na rua, sentir o vento soprando meu rosto num dia bonito de sol, presenciar a cumplicidade de um casal de velinhos andando de mãos dadas, me deliciar ao perceber as descobertas feitas por crianças brincando no parque, ver alguem sorrir de volta, estar com meus poucos e queridos amigos (ou pelo menos saber que eles estão bem), a minha família, terminar uma tarefa dificil, jogar uma boa partida de basquete... O engraçado e que, ao listá-las, percebo que nao as tenho presentes em minha vida por um tempo. Por que será?
Quando descobrir eu aviso.
Ate la... I'll morph and fly around, like a butterfly.
Sunday 4 January 2009
After a while
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much
so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
Veronica A. Shoffstall
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much
so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
Veronica A. Shoffstall
Thursday 1 January 2009
Hits of life
My dad always liked Rocky Balboa... He even asked me to play Rocky's theme song on my graduation party... so, feeling slightly homesick today, I decided to watch Rocky Balboa to remember my dad... And you know what? One of the scenes really made me think... It says:
"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place, and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody, is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, just get what you're worth... But you gotta be willing to take the hits."
I'll try to remember this...
Thanks, dad!
"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place, and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody, is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, just get what you're worth... But you gotta be willing to take the hits."
I'll try to remember this...
Thanks, dad!
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