Green, the colour of envy...
The colour of nature...
The colour of hope...
The colour of the eyes of some people I know...
みどり
幸せのオッポジト
ポイゾンの色
(...)
Green, is something I despise,
Yet it belongs to something I adore...
We just can't live without green...
神龍、22日7月2009年
Note:
-translation:
みどり(Midori - Green)
幸せのオッポジト(Shiawase no OPPOJITO - The opposite of happiness)
ポイゾンの色(POIZON no iro - The colour of poison)
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Pessoas
Alento...
É o que me é dado por vocês...
Têm noção? Do quanto eu vos amo? Mesmo havendo alturas em que nem me recordo de tal, mas que nunca deixo de sentir...?
Têm noção que eu vos posso achar as pessoas mais chatas, aborrecidas, ofensivas, burras, estúpidas, mesquinhas, falsas ou mentirosas do mundo, mas que mesmo assim vos consigo amar?
Eu sei que tenho essa noção, mesmo não sabendo bem porquê...
Parece-me algo instintivo...
Posso não conhecer-vos minimamente, ou, por vezes, até vos conhecer bem demais...
Posso-vos até vos achar meus inimigos se necessário, mas não sei porquê, não deixo de vos amar...
Comuns mortais, distintos uns dos outros, passam a vida a viver em ofensas, intrigas, pura alienação, ou no simples relaxar e viver a boa vida...
Não sei, mas intriga-me o saber que amo quem gosto (e quem não gosto), mesmo (não) sabendo de qualidades e defeitos escondidos (ou completamente escarrapachados)...
Tenho um maior amor por quem confio e por quem me confia a "vida"(em particular os que me confiam a vida, apesar de desastrado e despistado que sou (mas não vos deixaria morrer jamais))...
São patéticos, inúmeros patetas que me chateiam, por vezes, até à exaustão, que na maioria das vezes não entendem o que digo, mesmo que achem que entenderam (não os censuro, não que me ache muitíssimo inteligente e com linguagem própria não-descodificável, simplesmente porque cada pessoa é única e cada um interpreta as coisas que os outros dizem, quer corresponda à mensagem transmitida ou não)...
Mas o elo mantém-se e, mesmo que eu queira (naquelas alturas em que o copo transborda com a última gota), não consigo deixar estes seres a quem tenho o enorme gozo (sim, porque prazer só mesmo na cama ou na cozinha (a comer comida, seus imbecis!)) de chamar de amigos...
Mas o que são amigos afinal?
Como disse antes, pessoas em quem confio e que confiam em mim. Noutras palavras, pessoas que eu considero irmãos (não) de sangue, pois só mesmo os "genes" é que unem as pessoas...
Ah e tal, uma tal de árvore "gene | ológica" (neste caso, completa, senão totalment alterada)...
É...
É isso...
Alento...
Algo que só mesmo as pessoas me conseguem dar, nem que seja apenas através da sua presença silenciosa...
But that's just me...
神亀、19日7月2009年
É o que me é dado por vocês...
Têm noção? Do quanto eu vos amo? Mesmo havendo alturas em que nem me recordo de tal, mas que nunca deixo de sentir...?
Têm noção que eu vos posso achar as pessoas mais chatas, aborrecidas, ofensivas, burras, estúpidas, mesquinhas, falsas ou mentirosas do mundo, mas que mesmo assim vos consigo amar?
Eu sei que tenho essa noção, mesmo não sabendo bem porquê...
Parece-me algo instintivo...
Posso não conhecer-vos minimamente, ou, por vezes, até vos conhecer bem demais...
Posso-vos até vos achar meus inimigos se necessário, mas não sei porquê, não deixo de vos amar...
Comuns mortais, distintos uns dos outros, passam a vida a viver em ofensas, intrigas, pura alienação, ou no simples relaxar e viver a boa vida...
Não sei, mas intriga-me o saber que amo quem gosto (e quem não gosto), mesmo (não) sabendo de qualidades e defeitos escondidos (ou completamente escarrapachados)...
Tenho um maior amor por quem confio e por quem me confia a "vida"(em particular os que me confiam a vida, apesar de desastrado e despistado que sou (mas não vos deixaria morrer jamais))...
São patéticos, inúmeros patetas que me chateiam, por vezes, até à exaustão, que na maioria das vezes não entendem o que digo, mesmo que achem que entenderam (não os censuro, não que me ache muitíssimo inteligente e com linguagem própria não-descodificável, simplesmente porque cada pessoa é única e cada um interpreta as coisas que os outros dizem, quer corresponda à mensagem transmitida ou não)...
Mas o elo mantém-se e, mesmo que eu queira (naquelas alturas em que o copo transborda com a última gota), não consigo deixar estes seres a quem tenho o enorme gozo (sim, porque prazer só mesmo na cama ou na cozinha (a comer comida, seus imbecis!)) de chamar de amigos...
Mas o que são amigos afinal?
Como disse antes, pessoas em quem confio e que confiam em mim. Noutras palavras, pessoas que eu considero irmãos (não) de sangue, pois só mesmo os "genes" é que unem as pessoas...
Ah e tal, uma tal de árvore "gene | ológica" (neste caso, completa, senão totalment alterada)...
É...
É isso...
Alento...
Algo que só mesmo as pessoas me conseguem dar, nem que seja apenas através da sua presença silenciosa...
But that's just me...
神亀、19日7月2009年
Do I love me?
Squeezing myself up...
I tried to discover something deeper in me...
No clues yet...
...
Just some words trying to describe what I picture in my mind...
About me, nothing important...
In me, low self esteem...
On me, a crushing world...
And yet, I got to know that every single time I spend writting about something, at the end of it, the subject of matter is always me...
Do I really love me that much?
Do I?
...
No clues yet...
...
神龍、19日7月2009年
I tried to discover something deeper in me...
No clues yet...
...
Just some words trying to describe what I picture in my mind...
About me, nothing important...
In me, low self esteem...
On me, a crushing world...
And yet, I got to know that every single time I spend writting about something, at the end of it, the subject of matter is always me...
Do I really love me that much?
Do I?
...
No clues yet...
...
神龍、19日7月2009年
Heart like a vase
My heart like a vase
My full, my in, my void...
My heart like a vase
It shows (any) content
The sand of known people
The rocks of friends
The flowers, the love ones
Love like water, turns into a trend
I'm getting filled up
Young and dull
I feel inocence while growing up
Climbing down the falls
Of my eternal world
Eternity is vage
As much as my whole
My life(?) like a vase
A void in my soul
My full, my empty(ness)
My void, my hole
My full, my deep in, my eternal void
神龍、19日7月2009年
My full, my in, my void...
My heart like a vase
It shows (any) content
The sand of known people
The rocks of friends
The flowers, the love ones
Love like water, turns into a trend
I'm getting filled up
Young and dull
I feel inocence while growing up
Climbing down the falls
Of my eternal world
Eternity is vage
As much as my whole
My life(?) like a vase
A void in my soul
My full, my empty(ness)
My void, my hole
My full, my deep in, my eternal void
神龍、19日7月2009年
Friday, July 24, 2009
Love in a distant time by 神龍
There's not much to say...
We were young, we were in love, the time was the only thing wrong...
She was staring at the starry sky, feeling the night zephyrs' blows on her soft pearly skin... A kingdom so beautiful that any man would want to conquer... An aroma, an essence so pure that the coldest, iciest heart would melt...
On her sleeping gawn...
In the veranda...
On an awaked dream...
I was so warm, inside my armour still, waiting for sleep to hit me...
But, laying on the bed; taking my arm off my face; looking at such wingless angel...
I felt a demon in my mind, so I punished myself by putting my arm back... clearing my sight of such pecaminous thoughts...
But my love for the angel was real...
After getting up silently, I put my sore dark hand on the soft white skin of her gracious shoulder... kissing it... While at it, I heard her moaning, a delighting moan...
Then she let her head slightly fall onto my, now, uncovered hairy chest, releasing a warm sigh...
The angel was on me, but right now no sin was crossing my mind, even with an astonishing growth under my waist...
It didn't woke up the angel though... on the contrary...
In a strange, distant gaze, she smiled, putting her hand on my chest... her little fingers were walking and messing my hairs and, while smiling, I reached her hand slowly... like I was conforting her... and she hugged me very hard... I hugged her back, like I was protecting her...
She felt it, that feeling of protection and because of it she let her arms go... letting herself go...
Her breast became alive, like pointy thorns, They poked my stomach, under that silky gawn...
She was excited as well..
Closing her sight, she then kissed me so softly, I could just die on her arms...
With me like a corpse, killed by a spell, I stood as still as a statue as she undressed me up carefully...
After all, I opened my shutted eyes and I saw the glowing angel again, now blushing red like someone that knows what it wants, but doesn't know how to do to get it...
As I realized that, my sore hands again touched her precious shoulders and, with a peck on the cheek, I slowly slide her gawn to the ground and this divine sight was shining in front of me, coming forth a mere undeserving mortal...
She rapidly hugged me, shy...
As if we had met for the first time...
Our naked bodies were touching each other; my growth, wet, was touching her warm womb...
If someone could ever imagine how warm it was...
And yet, the rest of the white skin in her whole body was as cold as ice...
I was confused... would she want my love and companionship or just a warm body to warm hers?
But her kisses on my neck made me forget and at the same time clear all my doubts...
The smell of her hair, the aroma of her freezing skin...
We were like the dark night envolving the white full moon... My dark body covering her pearly one...
Her hand suddenly started to fall from my shoulder, as if my body was a cliff... and as a kind of hope of surviving an attempt of suicide, she grabbed the branch on the way down, hard as a rock, and started to caress it slowly...
The moment I noticed that I stopped her and while holding her by the waist, I sitted her on the veranda, hugging her as she wrapped herself on me, making my wet growth slide into her easily...
We remained still in that position for a few moments and after a glorius kiss she began to move her hips as if giving permission to continue all that sacred ritual we had started...
She grabbed me by the neck...
No moaning, no screaming...
Just the sound of our deep rogue breaths between the kissing...
We were making love with such intensity...
We were so focused on our love that we didn't noticed or even cared if someone would see all that from our veranda...
We were on to each other, in each other...
We were one, united by love, sweat and kisses...
The icy skin of hers turned now into a porcelain volcano, as if the shiny white moon had turned itself into an yellowish hot moon warming all of the dark night sky...
Her hair pins would fall off one by one, making almost a symphony in the deep ground down there...
Her hair was like a blooming flower while falling, dark black snakes slithering on her shoulders, neck and back, dazzling me with its scent...
It was enticing me, making myself grow even more, more than I ever could...
I was in pain, but I didn't stop...
I couldn't...
And taking a long deep breath...
Releasing a strong and deep sigh...
She knew the ritual had ended and, like a lightning strike, she whispered in my ear "I love you"... And I exploded of passion inside her... the intensity was ever so great that even the come, like lava, was lurking thick from inside, leaking and messing up the floor... but we couldn't care less...
I didn't looked at her, but I felt her smile on me, as we remained hugging each other...
We knew that one day our love wouldn't need to be hidden...
No kings or rules, nor parents or moral or even hierarchies or laws would tear us apart...
In our stolen horse, we rode far from there, for we knew the royal swords would come after our heads...
But our love would be ever faster than all of them...
神龍、13日7月2009年
We were young, we were in love, the time was the only thing wrong...
She was staring at the starry sky, feeling the night zephyrs' blows on her soft pearly skin... A kingdom so beautiful that any man would want to conquer... An aroma, an essence so pure that the coldest, iciest heart would melt...
On her sleeping gawn...
In the veranda...
On an awaked dream...
I was so warm, inside my armour still, waiting for sleep to hit me...
But, laying on the bed; taking my arm off my face; looking at such wingless angel...
I felt a demon in my mind, so I punished myself by putting my arm back... clearing my sight of such pecaminous thoughts...
But my love for the angel was real...
After getting up silently, I put my sore dark hand on the soft white skin of her gracious shoulder... kissing it... While at it, I heard her moaning, a delighting moan...
Then she let her head slightly fall onto my, now, uncovered hairy chest, releasing a warm sigh...
The angel was on me, but right now no sin was crossing my mind, even with an astonishing growth under my waist...
It didn't woke up the angel though... on the contrary...
In a strange, distant gaze, she smiled, putting her hand on my chest... her little fingers were walking and messing my hairs and, while smiling, I reached her hand slowly... like I was conforting her... and she hugged me very hard... I hugged her back, like I was protecting her...
She felt it, that feeling of protection and because of it she let her arms go... letting herself go...
Her breast became alive, like pointy thorns, They poked my stomach, under that silky gawn...
She was excited as well..
Closing her sight, she then kissed me so softly, I could just die on her arms...
With me like a corpse, killed by a spell, I stood as still as a statue as she undressed me up carefully...
After all, I opened my shutted eyes and I saw the glowing angel again, now blushing red like someone that knows what it wants, but doesn't know how to do to get it...
As I realized that, my sore hands again touched her precious shoulders and, with a peck on the cheek, I slowly slide her gawn to the ground and this divine sight was shining in front of me, coming forth a mere undeserving mortal...
She rapidly hugged me, shy...
As if we had met for the first time...
Our naked bodies were touching each other; my growth, wet, was touching her warm womb...
If someone could ever imagine how warm it was...
And yet, the rest of the white skin in her whole body was as cold as ice...
I was confused... would she want my love and companionship or just a warm body to warm hers?
But her kisses on my neck made me forget and at the same time clear all my doubts...
The smell of her hair, the aroma of her freezing skin...
We were like the dark night envolving the white full moon... My dark body covering her pearly one...
Her hand suddenly started to fall from my shoulder, as if my body was a cliff... and as a kind of hope of surviving an attempt of suicide, she grabbed the branch on the way down, hard as a rock, and started to caress it slowly...
The moment I noticed that I stopped her and while holding her by the waist, I sitted her on the veranda, hugging her as she wrapped herself on me, making my wet growth slide into her easily...
We remained still in that position for a few moments and after a glorius kiss she began to move her hips as if giving permission to continue all that sacred ritual we had started...
She grabbed me by the neck...
No moaning, no screaming...
Just the sound of our deep rogue breaths between the kissing...
We were making love with such intensity...
We were so focused on our love that we didn't noticed or even cared if someone would see all that from our veranda...
We were on to each other, in each other...
We were one, united by love, sweat and kisses...
The icy skin of hers turned now into a porcelain volcano, as if the shiny white moon had turned itself into an yellowish hot moon warming all of the dark night sky...
Her hair pins would fall off one by one, making almost a symphony in the deep ground down there...
Her hair was like a blooming flower while falling, dark black snakes slithering on her shoulders, neck and back, dazzling me with its scent...
It was enticing me, making myself grow even more, more than I ever could...
I was in pain, but I didn't stop...
I couldn't...
And taking a long deep breath...
Releasing a strong and deep sigh...
She knew the ritual had ended and, like a lightning strike, she whispered in my ear "I love you"... And I exploded of passion inside her... the intensity was ever so great that even the come, like lava, was lurking thick from inside, leaking and messing up the floor... but we couldn't care less...
I didn't looked at her, but I felt her smile on me, as we remained hugging each other...
We knew that one day our love wouldn't need to be hidden...
No kings or rules, nor parents or moral or even hierarchies or laws would tear us apart...
In our stolen horse, we rode far from there, for we knew the royal swords would come after our heads...
But our love would be ever faster than all of them...
神龍、13日7月2009年
フム
フムヌアル
Pensamentos na estrada
それだけで
神龍、12日6月2009年
Note:
-translation:
フムヌアル(FUMU NU ARU - Fumo no ar)
それだけで(Sore dake de - É apenas isso)
Pensamentos na estrada
それだけで
神龍、12日6月2009年
Note:
-translation:
フムヌアル(FUMU NU ARU - Fumo no ar)
それだけで(Sore dake de - É apenas isso)
Monday, July 13, 2009
O ciclo do dia, segundo 神龍
Acorda a brisa provinda do céu
Vem deslizando pelo céu, o sol
E com ele se eleva o azul sereno e menino...
É a manhã, é a senhora das primeiras damas* do dia que se ergue...
Uma senhora sensível e carinhosa que banha o ar com calor após os seus invernosos véus e correntes que se desamarraram, e o seu caloroso corpo roça com o da senhora tardia sob o sol do meio dia, trocando de lugares com esta, que embrenha a cidade num abraço de verão...
Um abraço abafado e tresloucado,
De veludo escuro que reflecte o brilho esplendoroso da luz do dia...
E de seu trono maciço é puxada pelas tardias damas para que a noite, senhora delas, dance livremente sem parar...
Um quase frenético tilintar de estrelas que lhe sarapintam o vestido de gala azul maduro com faixas douradas e laranjas dos últimos reflexos do pôr-do-sol...
Agora sim, de ceptro lunar em riste, apaga todas as consciências, adormecendo-as...
O toque leve dos seus dedos sobre os olhos...
Como se encerrasse o fim de mais um capítulo...
Até porque a vida terá muito mais para contar assim que a manhã acordar
E as suas primeiras damas comecem a bailar...
*Horae = divindades gregas que representam as horas
神龍、29日6月2009年
Vem deslizando pelo céu, o sol
E com ele se eleva o azul sereno e menino...
É a manhã, é a senhora das primeiras damas* do dia que se ergue...
Uma senhora sensível e carinhosa que banha o ar com calor após os seus invernosos véus e correntes que se desamarraram, e o seu caloroso corpo roça com o da senhora tardia sob o sol do meio dia, trocando de lugares com esta, que embrenha a cidade num abraço de verão...
Um abraço abafado e tresloucado,
De veludo escuro que reflecte o brilho esplendoroso da luz do dia...
E de seu trono maciço é puxada pelas tardias damas para que a noite, senhora delas, dance livremente sem parar...
Um quase frenético tilintar de estrelas que lhe sarapintam o vestido de gala azul maduro com faixas douradas e laranjas dos últimos reflexos do pôr-do-sol...
Agora sim, de ceptro lunar em riste, apaga todas as consciências, adormecendo-as...
O toque leve dos seus dedos sobre os olhos...
Como se encerrasse o fim de mais um capítulo...
Até porque a vida terá muito mais para contar assim que a manhã acordar
E as suas primeiras damas comecem a bailar...
*Horae = divindades gregas que representam as horas
神龍、29日6月2009年
Untitled...
This can mean...
so much...
An empty eye
An empty sight,
An empty room,
in myself...
Mystery is still a mystery...
神龍、??日6月2009年
so much...
An empty eye
An empty sight,
An empty room,
in myself...
Mystery is still a mystery...
神龍、??日6月2009年
The shapeless
Shapeless thoughts
Just originate shapeless things...
I can't hear myself think
My mind is invaded
By confusion, depression and frustration
My shapeless art has no meaning
My life is shapeless, shapeless like my heart
My art
My heart
One
None
Randomness is a moto
A lifetime of chaos
A shapeless logic
Ruling my kingdom
...
神龍、??日6月2009年
Just originate shapeless things...
I can't hear myself think
My mind is invaded
By confusion, depression and frustration
My shapeless art has no meaning
My life is shapeless, shapeless like my heart
My art
My heart
One
None
Randomness is a moto
A lifetime of chaos
A shapeless logic
Ruling my kingdom
...
神龍、??日6月2009年
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