28 Dec 2008

Musica

Música... Expressão sonora de nossos medos e desejos Nossas alegrias e sofrimentos Raivas e afeições Música... Sentimento pleno. O som da nossa alma Que embala nossos corpos e mentes a um mundo diferente Eu sou Musica! Por dentro e por fora! Puro sentimento e emoção. Eu sou musica! Que fala por mim e por você! Cheio de sensações. Eu Sou... Musica.
By Herbie

9 Dec 2008

Distorted Mind

You don't give a shit to me! All you only do is complain About everything That is not in the way that you think it should be. I'm down because of you! You are hurting me... I'm not going to say sorry anymore... and put my head down for everything you say! I'm not your pet! You have to see that I am a person who thinks... who have feelings and dreams... But you don't really care about it... You don't really care about real life... You just want to live in your small and sick world Where everything have to be pretended... Fake! That's what you are! Fake! Like the world you build up for you. But I'm not... I'm real! I'm made of flesh and bones... Why do you have to be like this everytime? Selfish, unfaithful, willingless... Showing me those thousand people who lives inside you... You don't give a shit for anything I say! Never heard any word... If I could, I would stay away from you But I can't... You're part of me. You are mine distorted mind.
By Herbie

1 Dec 2008

O Desejo

Sozinho em meu quarto Meus pensamentos me levam a ti Mostrando-me cenas nossas, proibidas, Em minha mente. Seu toque, cheiro e o sabor De seus lábios proibidos Perduram em minha mente. Os lábios mais doces que já beijei Doce veneno que me controla. O seu copo roçando-se ao meu, E suas mãos passando por todo o meu corpo Fazem-me sentir febre de prazer. Como eu queria nunca acordar desse sonho. Mas você é pura fantasia, Como um sonho que termina

Com a chegada da estrela da manhã

By Herbie

Seductor Angel

Sweet angel of seduction
Grant your glory over me
And make me feel the power of your love. Sweet angel of seduction Pass your arms over me And take me on a flight upon the ocean. Sweet angel of seduction
Tell me you truly need me Before you drown me on the sea Sweet angel of seduction I gave you my love, body and soul But it wasn't enough for you Sweet angel...
All I ask of you is To Give me back my reason to live.
Gimme your love again.
By Herbie

30 Nov 2008

The Point Of No Return

He: You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . . I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all defences completely succumbed to me - now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end . . . Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us . . .? Past the point of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return . . . She: You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . . I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . . In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .? When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .? Both: Past the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . . We've passed the point of no return . . . by Andrew Lloyd Webber

Dor


Sinto dor
Meu coração queima
Minha respiração é rarefeita
Sinto-me preso a ti.
O que vejo já não faz mais sentido
Minha mente continua a brincar comigo
Nesse sofrimento calado e contido
Quero fugir daqui, Quero sair de mim, Quero você pra mim e ser feliz.
  Mas você não deixa...


by Herbie