I was walking in the night,
lovely stars, the moon was crying blood.
I knew that was the night to save some souls.
I saw a young girl crying.
I aproached her and asked: "why those tears?"
She said: "no one loves me, no friends, family,
I´m alone", she said.
I gave her a hug, grabbed my knife and stabbed
her one, two, three times.
Her eyes staired at me, they where dying,
no more, no more pain...
yes I´m an angel
send by the skys
my mission is to
save the world... kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...
I kept on walking, the night was singing.
a woman came with a child in her arms,
the baby was crying, "he´s starving", she said,
"can you help us?"
I grab the baby, stab him ince in the heart,
the women scream, I have to kill her too.
no more sounds in the night,
one, two, three dogs come to me.
one more, down the street running to me,
I give them something to eat.
their eyes staired at me, they were living.
no more pain, home sweet home is waiting.
yes I´m an angel
send by the skys
my mission is to
save the world... kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...
in the morning I stood up, grabed my bible and went to work.
the white chapel was my destiny.
as I entered inside that chapel, all these people stood up in silence,
I look to all of them, and this words come out of my mouth:
"in the name of the father, of the son and the holy ghost,
in the name of the father, of the son and the fucking holy ghost..."
by Adílio Sousa
quarta-feira, dezembro 14, 2005
silence
the first time I saw you
God was in a happy day,
the sun was burning...
the wind whisper:
"beauty has come to living ground,
a story to be told, to the kill will go".
I wont say: "I want to love you".
I don´t believe in love,
I want to give you my soul.
Share the most intense feeling
a man can have.
Words can´t express it,
close your eyes and feel it.
Your eyes make me dream with silence...
don´t speak...
Why can´t you feel your hair drifting the air...
don´t speak...
a musical wish of silence,
please, please don´t speak...
Can you tell me... why, with such an
intense feeling, I desire death.
I´m afraid of living knowing that
your eyes can see me.
shall I die or rip your eyes out?
Open eyes looking to nowhere...
finelly silence...
you lay in my bed, naked, in silence...
a sweet line of blood comes out from
you chest in silence...
you didn´t want to share your soul with me,
so I took your heart to be silenced.
the last time I saw you
God was in a happy day,
the sun was burning.
the wind scream: "beauty has left
living ground, a story was told,
to the kill we went.
you didn´t want to share your soul with me,
so I took my heart to be silenced.
by Adílio Sousa
God was in a happy day,
the sun was burning...
the wind whisper:
"beauty has come to living ground,
a story to be told, to the kill will go".
I wont say: "I want to love you".
I don´t believe in love,
I want to give you my soul.
Share the most intense feeling
a man can have.
Words can´t express it,
close your eyes and feel it.
Your eyes make me dream with silence...
don´t speak...
Why can´t you feel your hair drifting the air...
don´t speak...
a musical wish of silence,
please, please don´t speak...
Can you tell me... why, with such an
intense feeling, I desire death.
I´m afraid of living knowing that
your eyes can see me.
shall I die or rip your eyes out?
Open eyes looking to nowhere...
finelly silence...
you lay in my bed, naked, in silence...
a sweet line of blood comes out from
you chest in silence...
you didn´t want to share your soul with me,
so I took your heart to be silenced.
the last time I saw you
God was in a happy day,
the sun was burning.
the wind scream: "beauty has left
living ground, a story was told,
to the kill we went.
you didn´t want to share your soul with me,
so I took my heart to be silenced.
by Adílio Sousa
terça-feira, dezembro 13, 2005
de volta...
Algures o amor traz uma disciplina enternecida
de um rosto apedrejado por cognições frenéticas.
Alguém que sente, mas já não quer...
Uma estrada que cresce,
que se eleva para que o impacto seja maior.
Algo que desce, algo maior que a velocidade.
Algo de nome O Belo, O Profano, O Impuro.
Viola os sentimentos, espezinha-os...
Até que deixem de existir...
Deixamos de amar... a dor desaparece.
Nasce um novo Ser! Não é humano,
porque não sente, mas tem a aparência.
Subjuga-se ao conhecimento pessoal.
As cognições deixam o frenético
e embarcam num suco jucoso
de existencialismo.
de um rosto apedrejado por cognições frenéticas.
Alguém que sente, mas já não quer...
Uma estrada que cresce,
que se eleva para que o impacto seja maior.
Algo que desce, algo maior que a velocidade.
Algo de nome O Belo, O Profano, O Impuro.
Viola os sentimentos, espezinha-os...
Até que deixem de existir...
Deixamos de amar... a dor desaparece.
Nasce um novo Ser! Não é humano,
porque não sente, mas tem a aparência.
Subjuga-se ao conhecimento pessoal.
As cognições deixam o frenético
e embarcam num suco jucoso
de existencialismo.
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