Conto de um grande homem

Era uma vez um homem que queria ser grande.
E um grande homem lhe disse
"Daqui, todo mundo é pequeno".

Enquanto isso, os homens pequenos fabricavam ouro de lixo.
E esperanças eram plantadas em latifúndios.
Colhia-se desilusões.

Pessoas morriam umas às outras.
Os gigantes erravam o caminho, sem memória.
Idiotas tomavam Canaã.

Houve um tempo.
Em que grandes homens morriam ao contrário
Puxados da cova da nulidade
Em revoluções.

Agora,
No fim da história,
O mundo e os homens
morriam,
só.

Bleak

I wait by the fireplace.
The comfort of home.
I seek the answer
for the prayers I wrote
and they never come.

I wail to the door
as I never done before.
I wake from a world
full of lies, full of pride.
I lost my hope.

GONE.
Don't cry for what's lost.
Drift further across.
Lie still while your muscles
learn how to walk again.
Turn your back to the ones
who made you bleak.

Who made you bleed.

I step into the temple
and I pray for our god.
I live the dream
as Mother thins out.
Just one more.

Leech me dry
and feed me to the dogs.
I'll rip their meat and bones.
I won't find peace
in the pieces I keep.

UNDONE.
Fall from grace.
Embrace your grin.
Sink your teeth in the skin
of those who kneel.
Feel as their blood
will fill your void.

Take what's yours.

Give way to a killing wave.

turn out the lights

these faces bore me

long days that have been

are long gone, so...

what would you do?

come on, don't be shy

drain me out dry

there is more from whence it came

who's to blame when the time is out?

got my time to exorcize

now we shall mesmerize

dump these faces in the sand

and land into the open wide

and then, she cried alive

she's waiting for me, inside

come on, babe, put it out

my hand can't reach down

stop the frown, I don't give a shit

the myths are all yours to idolize

this endless joust of cocks, the flock

has just gained an electric black sheep

that dreams of androids who dream freedom.

bathtub full of blue

the sky became some lab experiment

unwilling test subject number phi

it kills not to know what time is it

but what the hell, this is relative

to the observer in mars, it is shit

now you are some creature of myth

something out of homer's dreams

a horned god of some sort, goat legs and all

the norse gods are just over, having a beer

along incan priests and tolkien's little people

inside, she feels like strawberry jelly

out, it's like stainless steel

and the stripped cat is somewhere else

his japanese features whisper

"come on, pull the moon"

the raindrops, the lake and the farm

the glow of starlight... was there a lake at all?

we are lost and alone among friends

their faces everchanging, hazel and blue

the devil's got my truth, and won't return

I couldn't care less.

robot interface

I feel like a child today

there is a mistake in this state

unknown from back then

so I amuse myself

in comparing both strains

of a long, lost sense

one from pristine time of simpler things

the calm exposure and experience to our ways

everything so subtle, yet so clear

feeds me with the fittest of dreams

and this, something of everything, so sudden, fast, what you cannot grasp

like a hurricane made of moths, and you jump from the flock

and swim in melted clocks in parallel processors

tragically, it all fades down in about an hour

and all you can barely is to sever the weather

stop and get some paper, have a deep breath

and try to be clever and write it all down

os mortos irão dançar até o amanhecer

observo sombras na serenidade, o silencioso suplício dos segredos
se espalha às centopéias para sorver e morrer
o seguro certo para tempos incertos.
sou o espírito sedento de sangue, o sublime substituto
para a ternura da tempestade, sob estranha embriaguez,
testando minha temperança e meu semblante sóbrio e san(t)o.

estagnação sucumbe o sagrado, permanece o pecado
dias distantes, demoníacos, derramam-se em devaneios
desejamos mais que diversão, drinks e desperdício
e amanhã, ah, "amanhã é outro dia"

um novo dia intangível
as paredes pedem por perecer
e o tempo distorce nossa tez
tão tenra, tórrida e transbordando certeza
mas sem a tenacidade para transformar
quando o preço se cobrar, a carne apodrecerá

uma sonata para o sofrimento
disrritmia dissonante
sonhando com uma saída
espero que não tenhas esperança.

the dead will dance until dawn

I see shadows in serenity, the silent scream of secrets
spread as centipedes to sever and never
return the certain shelter from this stormy weather
I am the spirit of spite incarnate, the sublime surrogate
of the taste of tempest under uncanny vacancy
testing my temperance and skin of sinless sober san(t)ity

stagnation separates the soul from the sin
and we dream of dreaded days where we will be away
wishing for more time to waste in drinks and kicks
'cause "tomorrow we'll do what we need to"

tomorrow, overmorrow, nevermorrow
the walls wail for breakdown
and we frown and moan at the passage of time
so young and yang, lustful and full of trust
but dead of fresh thoughts, la même chose, tous les jours
time will take its toll and the flesh will mirror the soul

dance as the dead
dissonant dysrhythm
dreaming of escape
but I don't think you can