Apontador

Aponto ao ponto
Olho por olho
Ponto por ponto
Assim se termina a bainha do vestido
Agulha por pedregulho
Aponto a ponte
Pula-pula ainda assim 22 anos ainda sou criança
Aponto lápis, tesoura, papel
Poesia
Tarde nua aponta-me
Ao ponto como carne
Ao ponto assim
Desaponta-me daqui
No jato pra ti

sweet secret return

Oh Baby I´ve been dreaming of you
life gave me god and I pray
Today in my dreams god is already
soon enough tomorrow baby.
Oh baby, baby.
Oh baby, baby.
The dawn of they, I still pray
God forgave me and gave me
me-gave-back-god-you
no need to worry
time is made now so god
god don´t make me wait to be
back in love, love that learned
that the past is not made to forget
but to let it go, and I go
god and I holding hands
we go back, Oh baby
we go back to heaven.
Baby the truth
Oh baby it´s you.

Think outside the box

Memories is all that is left of me;
I am in the other side
stuck in a box made out of glass.
I still can read the papers
the news, they bore me to death
and I wish I could just die.
In the moment I scream in pain
because in fact I am shit scared of
fucking dying.
I am alone in the box and
glass is all I can love now.
I gently move my fingers and I try
to feel what´s inside of me.
I am a second-hand pair of jeans for fat women
it could fit in millions of me in that
fucking pair of pants.
one of me against millions of me.
that´s almost as heavy as a fat woman.
Living has not been delicious for quite a while
but I still remember my life
outside the box
outside the glass.
It had so much more things to love than just glass.
Suicide is dying of old age
It´s a dog´s life,isn´t it mate?
To be alive: that´s my fucking Kharma.