How nice it would be if I could camouflage, in front of everyone and perhaps even become a tree, or who knows then turn into a shark in the vastness of the blue sea.
Really true is that I'd rather be nobody who has to be someone to please everyone, I really want to be myself, with flaws and successes, like that among the brush or even live in an environment forest.
I spend my life hiding like I’m in the war, camouflaging myself in the forest and surrounded by surveillance from all sides, they try to shoot and hit, but miss the target, because I know well to camouflage.
One day not too far from now, I run and start all over again, I’ll live the life I want to live, even if this all seems crazy or provocation, of beings that seem to be intelligent enough, to try to locate me in the middle of the swamp.
To the many fools who try, I'll take them to mental confusion, of the naked being that never repeats itself or looks the same.
15 minutes
While I got famous, everyone seemed not to pay attention, would it be a stigma or little devotion among everyone I knew?
While the outside world was crying out for me, some did not even care, being famous in this case was not important to the few important who surrounded me.
While the outside world bled to death I just wanted to be talked about more than the participants of the BBB, meaning, I didn’t care at all for me or for you.
I want to make it clear that to be or become famous in this world where 15 minutes is enough to get sick, I do justice to the poor guy’s phrase who didn’t know that one day I would live to eternalize it.
Now enough about just me, but does something in this world deserves more attention than all the power I’ve got in my hands?
I think not!
Our own land
We always return to the place from where we came from.
Whenever life bounces us back or we have bounced back in life, we need to finally feel the power of the root from where we grew up and from where we came from.
The ground where we step is magic, it leads us to believe that we are special, almost supernatural, that’s why life in the beloved land is essential for those who distance from it.
Life is amazing, because if we are in need it is from there that we will suck the necessary energy, who said that to this land I would not want to come back, knew nothing.
Happy is the man who admits to himself that no life can be happy and content.
If we are absent from our primary land.
The one in which we step in the teens to the days when we will abandon our bodies and souls.
Our own land.
Here there might be poetry
Here there might be poetry, but not all wanted or understood what the poet said.
Here there might be poetry, but all seemed neglected, words and disjointed rhymes sounded like heresy.
Here there might be poetry, the poor poet was grieved because not all convalesced from his rhyme and daring, the words were his girlfriend.
Until one day, someone who seemed much more daring and relevant, asked everyone to be silent, those words spoken were wisdom in poetry form.
Finally they convalesced of the poor poet, who only wanted the happiness of all and used his wise words so that all could touch their own soul.
Passionate kisses
Passionate kisses, sometimes cause the most damage, sometimes we don’t even breathe or turn to the side.
They fill us with need or something more private, but who doesn’t like being able to feel loved?
So be sure to kiss your loved one, in the end, everyone deserves a passionate kiss.
Which may be just a noncommittal kiss or even a kiss for all time.
In fact, we just want to get a taste of raspberry or of the fruit that promises a kiss.
Every day when I kiss you, or I go to meet desire, I wish to receive a kiss.
Let's leave our gibberish and end this poetry once and for all, what about giving me a wet and passionate kiss?
Discovery of love
Who said that love would find me?
I was there practically forgotten, didn’t even bother to look sideways until he came and got me.
Got me in a way more than cunning, in a way that you cannot even run forward or sideways.
Now yes, I run forward when I see you and to your side whenever life seems a little unhappy or sabotaged.
Love has this madness that leaves people breathless, or even insane of passion, it runs through the world through television movies.
I really want to enjoy this time when the crazy in question is me and not the character of the novel or fiction, one of us has to lose reason to find passion.
Look at me now, you will not recognize me, because my face burns.
While my heart pumps blood to any direction, when it sees you coming and loving me through all the immensity.
Extreme opposite
Sometimes we are born condemned, condemned for not being like everyone else or for not being able to choose who we really are.
Islam could be the solution for everyone who holds power, but it decided to be the extreme opposite by killing almost everyone.
One day who knows I’ll live again and may choose the perfect place for my soul, able to be almost perfect, or to better shelter life within the being.
Where everyone will understand me without making me suffer, and question why, for not being equal to all who choose to die.
Or kill for the difference that we think exists outside, where I'm sure that inside, we are all practically the same.
Currently famous
Hoping to become famous or the famous in question didn’t want to give me his hand, not even a hand for me to become famous.
What a terrible feeling, the one that we have that being famous and almost achieve immortality or perhaps die and become famous is more or less the direction of everyone, which will inevitably live this reality, in my view.
I want to be famous for a day only or an eternity of days.
Which won’t feel sorry for me, nor for anyone, who just dreamed of being famous and happy.
What I would say in my interview?
It was that the reality of a famous one is not that great, but for those who dreamed of leaving reality for a short time, being famous is actually better than being anybody currently.
15 minutes of fame, before laying in bed.
Happy incredulous
I'm afraid to one day decompose, I wonder if we need to die so that the other world reaches peace?
Or would it be to die to the world so that we could finally see how much happiness was around, but what really matters?
Maybe going crazy would be the perfect exit.
So that we wouldn’t feel a thing, and life would be less cursed and almost a sonnet written for the lost souls.
Help, I think I'm really going crazy, or maybe I can no longer decipher the enigma of life that close to me became a monument; a sandy valley or a tombstone that says only:
Here lies a happy incredulous.
Striped suit mannequin
Who killed the striped suit mannequin?
Do not move mannequin, it’s useless to try to get out to the side, or forward, you are a helpless puppet.
Hands up drag queen mannequin, or crazy mannequin even, you don’t know if you are asleep or awake, but you moved when everyone was looking to the side.
The mannequin scared or afraid of losing the job, decided to kill the striped suit mannequin, mannequin do not move so that everyone realizes that of dead you have nothing.
Together we will conquer the world, or else we will go mute so that everyone thinks we're just inanimate, keeping the post of decelerated mannequins.
We do not fear staying here all day or maybe a lifetime, what we fear for real is not being seen or appreciated, then, while everyone looked to the side, we killed the striped suit mannequin.
Modern world
Solitude plagues the corners of the modern wor
ld, which even in a suit, cannot stop the depression caused to the world or even to those the world chooses to guide them.
The pilot took us to the air but failed when from death he tried to escape.
The president, who was his best friend during the campaign, then turned the worst choice among the many who elected him and followed his appeal.
I’ll try to escape the modern world without arousing the attention of the totally mad, nor of the depressive.
We create our own monsters and ghosts.
Now we live in a soulless world, it killed itself for not believing in the redemption of the very creation.
The mage and the king
Your true self as it gazed at the mirror set it all ablaze in a kingdom with a power haze.
Would it be the image of a failed King or a bewitched mage?
Everyone hoper for the power coming from you.
They also hoped for decisions that save our brothers of failure, in this case, it would be just a nightmare of a King that does not feel completely dominated.
The mage could use all the tricks that there can be on the land or in the body of the poor men, which one day the earth would eat.
Knowing this he didn’t hesitate to tell the poor King that he doesn’t understand how there could be the reflected image of two men, so distant and distinct, different in beliefs and similar.
Do not be alarmed my poor man, I just really wanted you to look and see me as a being who also lives within you, the man who may exist within each of us, noble or not, mages or Kings.
The image of being sometimes doesn’t want to transpire, but for everyone out there the real you will be the one you choose to be.
Time doesn’t lose pace
And if I said to you that you will die?
What do you mean, do you want to scare me completely or make me cry non-stop?
Don’t be sad with what I'll tell you, but you need to believe that you will like it, because soon after life will toast you with several people making reference to the great person you were.
Really? Can I really believe this will be the truth, or you just tell me that so that I am not afraid of dying, without the right to be famous for an eternity.
Fear not, what was already written for you, famous and beautiful you already are, dear and loved by everyone too, what you lack fate will be in charge of showing, as soon as you do and live what was meant to be.
Do not be afraid to die, your passage through the earth will be eternalized and much talked about for generations and generations.
You poet of all and poet of yourself did not know, but your name Cazuza was not a simple coincidence.
Time doesn’t lose pace, now show your face.
To the world that I want to come down to
To the world that I want to come down to!
I can no longer contain myself, either everything was wrong from the beginning or I smoked something that had no expiration date, my trip was exhausted.
The principles of everyone got too weird, no one belongs to anyone, celebrities living of vanity, politicians who get rich without even disguising it or anything to declare.
The world spun, spun, but it was the planet that went crazy, flipped out, I think that living in space in this case wouldn’t be a bad idea, I hope it’s not too late to live on Mars.
Coincidences aside, I think we’ll see many humans flee here, without a trace or even a contact so that they’re found in space.
Happy was the Robinson family that lost in space got, so they don’t need to come back to what is left of home sweet home.
Poem of two
I’ve been doing, I’ve been saying, I’ve been writing. You give me the incentive so that everything does not lose meaning.
The poem of two is so, you blame me for the incentive and I demonstrate here what I believe.
Being us and not paradise that I searched for in my walks.
Now come on, having an accomplice in writing, I will not blame myself for everything I feel or what I don’t believe.
Way ahead we will stride together the words we proclaimed, that I prophecy.
If you look at me
If you look at me, simply you won’t see the stories that behind me will never end.
If you try to understand me, but don’t read before what story has reserved for me, you won’t know if I'm in the middle, beginning, or end.
So do your best to understand that easy it won’t be, if you want to love me without assimilating the story that I possess, even if not all is true, they were the truths of my endless story.
I’ve been experiencing life in a shapeless way, without manual rules or impediments.
I’ve been proportioning myself to be right or wrong, even if life is not always easy to lead.
My story sometimes belongs only to me, often I insist that everyone takes part.
Even though often there is not always a perfect match, for an imperfect life.
If I can still show more or less and life allows me to live more, I might be able to go farther than I ever expected in this life.
Where the stories are shuffled from beginning to end.
To be happy
Sometimes I feel like this, happy amidst the crowd, among all who feel a deep loneliness.
I wonder if I chose to be happy or was is joy that decided to kiss me, when it was still a small fetus in a parallel world?
I think happiness comes from within indeed.
Whether life will be easy or difficult, what matters is being happy around this world.
Sometimes easy it doesn’t seem to be, to be happy is almost exercising to lose weight.
But could it be worse than having an incurable disease or to be practically buried?
So thank the life that lives within you.
One day who knows everyone will learn the lesson for good, that to be happy you don’t need to repeat the year no, just try one day at a time.
Be your best student and learn just by watching the world.
Go be happy at once.
Union
The union disunited and disappeared.
Where will you walk in this world. I look and search, I think and crave.
If the union of the world is hidden now,
Everyone out there, parents and children,
Friends and opposers of the party groups,
No longer follow anything, the union turned into a rare jewel.
I do not give up and persist in finding it, even if it is today and I won’t wait for tomorrow so as not to disappoint it.
My friends do not comfort me, my parents only weep of this bad and friendless world.
Who would say that a single word could be missed so, that the lack of union could cause us so much grief.
What a lack this union is, even for those that do not care.
Do not let yourselves be discouraged so that one day will find.
The union of all who so make themselves,
More united than the United States.
In this case the whole world was hit,
By the lack of union that might not look like it no
But left us sad, corrupted and disillusioned.
Come back soon union.
Life of artist
I don’t know if I’ll be approved.
If they’ll enjoy the simplicity of my gaze.
Whether they’ll laugh or will cry.
I don’t want to play someone who doesn’t know what true life is away from this reality.
I think then that I will content myself with laughing at the immensity of many, amongst the many lives lived.
The curtain is still closed, here inside I feel protected, almost a tranquility to my soul.
If I decide to leave or flee, would everyone go after me?
Would I be considered mad or even a monster, for not knowing how to live a life that I could not choose?
There are few minutes left to know.
The audience approaches, the breath and the heart ar
e way up high, I think I have no choice.
The choice of everyone not always follows a logic in life.
The show is about to start...
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