Eu gosto de carne,
tu não a comes,
eu fumo,
tu não.
Eu gosto de Prince,
tu não o amas,
tu bebes,
eu não.
Tu procuras o conhecimento,
eu talvez não,
eu uso couro,
tu não.
Eu já era assim antes,
tu também,
eu amo essas diferenças,
tu também.
versos que quis publicar.
versos que quis publicar.
Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
-Dale Turner-




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Eu gosto de carne,
tu não a comes,
eu fumo,
tu não.
Eu gosto de Prince,
tu não o amas,
tu bebes,
eu não.
Tu procuras o conhecimento,
eu talvez não,
eu uso couro,
tu não.
Eu já era assim antes,
tu também,
eu amo essas diferenças,
tu também.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 9/04/2010 01:42:00 a.m. 0 comments

Somedays there is hope,
somedays not,
the clouds shine,
why?
Somedays there is matter,
others don't,
the flowers die,
what?
Somedays there are things,
somedays can't,
the kids mind,
how?
Somedays this is it,
others fade,
the hands lie,
ah?
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Labels: agradecimento, kasia
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The phone rang,
Surprise,
No one was there,
Surprise,
I ain't so tough.
It rang again,
Surprise,
I was out,
Surprise,
Don't intend to answer.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 1/18/2010 04:03:00 p.m. 0 comments

Say I want,
Someone else will too,
Think "How perfect",
Someone else will too.
Imagine she wants,
Someone else will too,
Say "I won't",
Someone else won't.
The excuse will allways be good,
Need,
Vice,
Someone else will too.
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I was fine,
she calls,
I come over,
She talks,
We shout.
I hear,
She tells,
I stay,
She talks,
We kiss.
I call,
She conforts,
I think,
She writes,
We doubt.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 12/30/2009 04:41:00 a.m. 0 comments

Tudo com um ar angelical,
tudo com os seus detalhes,
uns lindos,
uns belos,
todos seus.
Todos estamos apaixonados,
todos estamos à sua mercê,
uns assumidos,
uns decididos,
todos vossos.
Tudo com naturalidade,
tudo como deve de ser,
agora olha,
agora sonha,
todo teu.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 12/02/2009 05:43:00 p.m. 0 comments

Unas piceladas aqui,
Ojos de tal forma,
Y como sabemos si gusta?
Unos quilos menos,
Huessos de esta manera,
Y si sabemos que no gusta?
Una barba por rapar,
La mirada confiante,
Y si la belleza gusta?
Una postura sexy,
Pies con esa luz,
Y si ese es el secreto de gustar?
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 10/22/2009 05:33:00 p.m. 0 comments

Uns momentos parece que me amas,
E a chuva adensa o transito.
Uns dias parece que me castigas,
E o vento bate à porta.
Mas eu até gosto de ti,
E não sei o que sinto,
Ou quero sentir.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 10/20/2009 10:12:00 a.m. 1 comments
Labels: confusion

Her eyes are dark,
as the hair,
but I don't get her.
She laughs out loud,
as on the phone,
She makes me scared.
Her hands are soft,
but she is not her,
She was a surprise.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 10/17/2009 03:17:00 a.m. 0 comments

On a mild morning,
cards,
talk,
and an ideia that can't seem to slip my mind.
On an early night,
drinks,
talk,
and an ideia that was stuck in my mind.
On another day,
far,
talk,
and an ideia growing in two minds.
On a late afternoon,
travel,
talk,
and an ideia that crossed bouth our minds.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 10/07/2009 12:11:00 a.m. 0 comments

Tristes noches de borrachera,
tristes amores de arrechera,
concertados,
fallados.
Tristes cantos de ceguera,
tristes mantos de cera,
revoltados,
irados.
Tristes flores de guerra,
tristes pies con tierra,
mojados,
engañados.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 10/06/2009 11:28:00 p.m. 0 comments