Beloved english versionBelovedBy the sweet moonlight that weaves her faceThe tears of dreams are sacred lakesOh hosts of angelsThose that by her become winged slavesBehold my love
Young and eternally beautifulIn everything perfect, sweet and maidenI love you in the madness of my ravingsWith an intensity that heals me from the cold sweatsYou cleared the wounds from my soulWith the softness of your kissesBut now air comes not if not from youCome, be crazy with meForget the rules that tie us downYou have showed me the divinity of nothingThe sacred of nowMy museAngel that with your flaming swordHealed into scars all my sorrowsTake home in this that is now yoursThe fallen castle of my heartThat only to you offers shelterWithout salt and flavour were these yearsFar from the one that gives me breathDescend to my plane angelical princessTransform the mirage into realityFree me from this cage that is life without youFeel in your skin my wantBite down in my desireDrown this terrible
Beloved - AmadaAmadaPelo doce luar que lhe tece a face.As lágrimas dos sonhos são lagos sagradosOh hostes de anjos!Que por ela sois escravos alados.Eis o meu amor..Jovem e eternamente bela,Em tudo perfeita, doce e donzela.Amo-te na loucura dos meus delírios,Com uma intensidade que me sana dos frios arrepiosApagaste as chagas da minha almaCom a suavidade dos teus beijos.Mas, agora o ar já não vem senão de ti.Vem, sê louca comigo!Esquece as regras que nos prendem.Mostraste-me a divindade do nadaO sagrado do agora.Minha musa,Anjo que com a espada flamejanteCicatrizaste todas as minhas mágoas.Toma residência neste que é agora teu.O castelo desmoronado do meu coraçãoApenas a ti oferece guarida.Sem sal e sabor foram estes anosLonge de quem me dá alento.Desce ao meu plano princesa angelicalTransforma a miragem em realidade.Liberta-me desta jaula que é a vida sem tiSente na pele a intensidade do meu quererCrava os teus dentes no meu desejo.Afoga a terrível sede que se transformo
TearsTears…Slowly they fall,Carrying with them broken dreams.Promises of a better tomorrowdie in their crystal reflection.Tears…They burn when I try to kiss themYour porcelain face glowing with each oneAs they travel into the depths of my soul.Tears…Let me be one of them…Let me know I was born from your feelings,That once I came from your heart.The thorns of love have pricked youAnd brought them into your emerald eyesIf not for them I would not know you are alive.Tears…Your serene visage has not fainted,And only they tell me you still feel.The world stands still,Waiting for them to hit the ground…But they never do.You only cry in my dreamsOnly in them you give me your…Tears…
GeishaThe night had the sound of her flute,A soft breeze brushes against my face.During the day I must be resolute,But at night I can return to her embraceAll is peace when she is near,No sounds of battle in the air.She drives away my fear,Silences the shouts of despair.Tomorrow I must go back,A warrior's life is to die.And to her soft lips,Once again say goodbye
DreamsIn a fantasy worldWhere all is right and goodAs everything shouldI saw you…Under the star silver skyWhere dreams walk byYou came and said goodbyeI love you…Oh whyWhen I see your eyesThe green never diesEven when all they say are lies?Love is sure,to break your heart.But what good is a soul,if you can't tear it apart.Angels with no wings,Are no longer angels, it seems.For what good is love and hate,in a world of broken dreams.
Originality is a trick ....Originality is a trick of perceptionSo you think you are original. You think you are insightful, someone with a clear view of the universe. Guess what, so do I, so does everyone else. Rest assure that in a world of billions of people that compose the human race, that has itself existed for thousands of years, every thought, fear, joy, rage you ever had as already existed in the same size and density. Do you feel so special now? Nothing of what you do is in fact original. It might seem original to you, but you just don't know who did it before. So now you stepped down from original genius to an ignorant copy. Right now you are thinking something like, "I only need to be original to myself". Well that's a load of crap and you know it, it feels nice to have your ego pampered, to be recognized, that's why you put your stuff in a gallery, if it all was just made for yourself you wouldn't expose it. One by one your masks fall. You are a copy, an attention seeker, self-centered looking for a
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