over the river flow

you threw my dreams
over the river flow
and down they go
and down they disappear
to never come back
to never come true.
when you leave
you took then with you
you just disappear
you don't even leave a clue.
I wonder how you're doing now
I wonder where you've been
I've hope someday
you could bring my dreams
back to me.

deep inside my heart

it's inside of me
deep inside my heart
there's this thing
beating, exploding, making fun of me.
deep inside my heart
where it lives
where it makes all those
cheap tricks with my life.
it's inside of me
telling me to do things wrong
telling me to be like this
to put myself in trouble
to make mistakes, to lose my fates
it's inside of me
deep inside my heart
beating, exploding, making fun of me
telling me I can't win
telling me I'd never be
as great as they are.
deep inside my heart
where it lies
quietly and sadly
making me feel
the worst guy
and it's terrible
even being just
for a while.

the truest thing

I cried rivers for you
I cried then all
I cried desperately
I cried sadly and
thought the world would fall apart.
thought I've never been smart
for loving you
so much
that my heart aches for your brightness
that my heart cries for your sadness
oh baby,
I cried rivers for you
and believe me
that's the truest thing
I could ever do.

essas belíssimas cretinas

essas belíssimas cretinas
sempre acabando com a minha vida
de uma forma ou de outra
elas sempre estão de volta
em corpos diferentes
com cores de cabelo diferentes
em idades e tamanhos
diferentes.
elas sempre estão de volta
reaparecendo como assombrações
elas continuam dizendo
as mesmas velhas desculpas
as mesmas velhas bobagens
e eu continuo acreditando
eu continuo me acabando
e implorando, me humilhando
mesmo sabendo que no final
vou acabar no mesmo lugar em que
sempre estive.
porque de uma forma ou de outra
eu não poderia viver sem
essas belíssimas cretinas.

"Há sempre uma mulher para te salvar de outra, e assim que ela o salva está pronta para destruí-lo"

Charles Bukowski

- O que você faz?
- Sou escritor.
- Que tipo de escritor?
- Do tipo que ninguém lê.

but I'd never knew
what could I've done
without you.

i think about you
everytime
i'm all alone
and i'm all alone
everytime
i think about you.

what can I do, my lover
now that the beer
is over.

some girls made it worth

some girls
they made it worth
they made it worth everytime they
say they love us
and they love our sad poetry
(even if it's not true)
there are some girls
who smile sincerely
and made me believe
about a whole new world
of good things
(even if this world don't exist)
but these girls
made it all worth
i hope i can say
that i love 'em
even if they're just
three of then.