FRIO

Este clima mais frio de Inverno
Traz com o vento lembranças
Faz com que o tempo estacione
Parece mesmo que tudo acontece
mais devagar.
Que o mundo quer parar,
pra sentir o frio chegar.
A brisa da madrugada que corta a pele
Um agasalho e outro, um par de luvas
Um cachecol, meu caderninho,
Uma caneta,
a bela paisagem das folhas
caindo da copa das arvorés
A grama coberta por gotas geladas
Sorvete? Talvez
As crianças correndo pra lá e
pra cá tentando esquentar
E nós dois aqui fugindo do barulho
Para poder ouvir o frio chegar
Será que você consegue ouvir
Já posso ouvir o zzzzzz do vento
Ou será meu pensamento?

Trainspotting

So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.

me identifiquei =)

Broke my heart down the road
Spend the weekend
Sewing the pieces back on

Crayons and dolls pass me by
Walking gets too boring
When you learn how to fly

Not the homecoming kind
Take the top off
And who knows what you might find

Won't confess all my sins
You can bet all try it
But you can't always win

'Cause I'm a gypsy
Are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me

I never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won't back down
'Cause life's already bit me

And I won't cry
I'm too young to die
If you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy [2x]

I can't hide what I've done
Scars remind me
Of just how far that I've come

To whom it may concern
Only run with scissors
When you want to get hurt

'Cause I'm a gypsy
Are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me

I never make agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won't back down
'Cause life's already bit me

And I won't cry
I'm too young to die
If you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy

And I said "Hey you, you're no fool if you say no"
Ain't it just the way life goes?
People fear what they don't know

Come along for the ride, oh yeah
Come along for the ride, oh

'Cause I'm a gypsy
Are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me

I never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won't back down
'Cause life's already bit me

And I won't cry
I'm too young to die
If you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy

AUTOPSICOGRAFIA

O poeta é um fingidor.
Finge tão completamente
Que chega a fingir que é dor
A dor que deveras sente.

E os que lêem o que escreve,
Na dor lida sentem bem,
Não as duas que ele teve,
Mas só a que eles não têm.

E assim nas calhas de roda
Gira, a entreter a razão,
Esse comboio de corda
Que se chama coração.

Fernando Pessoa

Comentário pessoal: adoro demais essa poesia...foi através dela que conheci Fernando Pessoa, quando tava no ens. médio e encenei ela hehe!!Até pq é um texto q me marca, pois acho q não só o poeta, mas as pessoas em geral fingem muito e tão completamente e as vzs fingem até os sentimentos...bom...eras isso!!Beijos!!