domingo, 27 de dezembro de 2009

20 anos

Meu lugar já não é nos parques
Nem nas ruas ou nos bares
Já não tenho namoradas
Faço amor com meu emprego
E minhas contas atrasadas

Já não ouço mais a musica
Com êxtase ou prazer
Ouço o som do meu passado
Na melodia, ocupado
somente em esquecer

Não posso mais sorrir
De minha própria ignorância
Não posso mais chorar
por saber vão acabar
As memórias da infância

Que vai ser desse menino?

Esse menino que foge
Da garra do mundo que avança
Assutado, com medo
De saberem, em segredo
Que é ainda uma criança

quinta-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2009


1984

segunda-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2009

The Boy Who Saw The World in Black and White



Nobody knows how long he was trying to hide
The pain that now they know he felt inside

All they say is "he was such a happy boy"
It always seemed his eyes were filled with joy

And he always knew that they could never know
For they would never understand his world


Nobody knows how long he was trying to fight
The boy who say the world in black and white


Everyone would talk about the big blue sky
He'd just blink his eyes and wonder why

So red the roses in his backyard grew
He never found out, if he only knew

They found the dreams he painted in his room
And a paper where he wrote "I'll see you soon"

He always knew that something was not right
The boy who say the world in black and white

Nobody knows how long he cried that night
The boy who say the world in black and white

He used to say he loved to walk at night

The boy who say the world in black and white