"Que poderei do mundo já querer,
que naquilo em que pus tamanho amor,
não vi senão desgosto e desamor
e morte, enfim, que mais não pode ser?
Pois vida me não farta de viver,
pois já sei que não mata grande dor,
se cousa há que mágoa dê maior,
eu a verei, que tudo posso ver.
A morte, a meu pesar, me assegurou
de quanto mal me vinha; já perdi
o que perder o medo me ensinou.
Na vida desamor somente vi,
na morte a grande dor que me ficou:
parece que para isto só nasci!"
Luís Vaz de Camões
domingo, 25 de janeiro de 2009
quarta-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2008
Sirenia - On The Wane
Do you live a lie?
Are you lost in life?
On the wane tonight
like every night
Do you live a lie?
Would you like to try?
In this world of vainly missions
I'm a god of superstition
Would you grant me a savage prison?
within the walls of your decisions
If you hurt me I won't recover
Don't you turn me down
We are all living a lie
would you like to try?
In these halls of time
we are all giving
in for another day
We shall pass away
on the break of day
We're lost anyway
Do you live a lie?
Do you stand me by?
Would you cope for my existence?
Would you last or cease persistence?
I'm the moon and the seventh dreamer
you're the hewn and a lost redeemer
Heavenworks for a welkin at dusk
you're a frail outcast
"Recall the fragments of a broken life
just like a shattered soul divine
You are the treason-reflecting eyes
You are the darkness that sets in every light"
Palavras pra quê? Usem a imaginção..
Use your illusion and enter my dream...
Saudações, Wishmaster.
quinta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2008
Nightwish - The Siren
A lady with a violin playing to the seals
Hearken to the sound of calling
Who tied my hands to the wheel?
The zodiac turns over me
(Come to me)
Somewhere there my fate revealed
I hear but how will I see
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
(Come to me)
Somewhere there my fate revealed
I hear but how will I see
Ah pois é e tal voltei a postar aqui algo a frase chave é...
I hear but how will I see?
Saudações, Wishmaster.
domingo, 29 de junho de 2008
Final
São as ultimas frases que escrevo por estes lados.. Vou arrumar isto e seguir pra minha ultima etapa, onde já deveria estar faz muito tempo.
Obrigado aos que postaram por aqui e aos que não postaram mas leram e gostaram fica o meu ultimo poema... como nota final.
Não um adeus mas um até sempre, Korben.
Morte
O peito que cede por fim
A dor atenuada pelo crescente
A morte qual fim…
Morrer mas deixar a semente
Lágrimas que lavam os pecados
Aqueles que através dos mundos
Vaguearam isolados
Crescente tendente para os fundos
Despedida ou encontro eterno
Tão simples como um abraço singelo
Aquele sentimento fraterno
Ao mesmo tempo era tão belo
Adeus prosa e poesia
Adeus à vida e a sorte
Adeus poema de tonalidade sombria
Adeus para sempre…morte.
Obrigado aos que postaram por aqui e aos que não postaram mas leram e gostaram fica o meu ultimo poema... como nota final.
Não um adeus mas um até sempre, Korben.
Morte
O peito que cede por fim
A dor atenuada pelo crescente
A morte qual fim…
Morrer mas deixar a semente
Lágrimas que lavam os pecados
Aqueles que através dos mundos
Vaguearam isolados
Crescente tendente para os fundos
Despedida ou encontro eterno
Tão simples como um abraço singelo
Aquele sentimento fraterno
Ao mesmo tempo era tão belo
Adeus prosa e poesia
Adeus à vida e a sorte
Adeus poema de tonalidade sombria
Adeus para sempre…morte.
sexta-feira, 11 de abril de 2008
Tarot - Live Hard Die Hard
There's a sign, there's a star,
It rises over the sea
There's a voice that calls in whisper
And it might set you free
The pain has a lesson to teach
And we always get taught
Every joy is a forbidden fruit
And we always get caught
Live hard, you can make it
Die hard, set yourself free
Live hard, you can make it
Your soul is a miracle
It glows brightly to my eyes
But you won't raise your stare
To the light beyond the skies
Don't you wanna learn, don't you wanna burn
Don't you wanna find out
We still have time enough
To know what it's all about
Live hard, you can make it
Die hard, set yourself free
Live hard, you can make it
The days go by melting to a gray line
In the dead of the night there's a short relief
You gotta wake up, i've given you the sign
I've shown you the way, just take my hand
Live hard, you can make it
Die hard, set yourself free
Live hard, you can make it
terça-feira, 25 de março de 2008
Lágrimas
Entre o dia e a noite
Lágrimas que caem sem se ver
Luz que brilha no horizonte
Tão longe, já quase sem se ver
Lágrimas de tudo, lágrimas de nada
Destruição patente
Tão perto à chegada
Quase sem respirar calmamente
Tudo se converte em nada
Brilho celestial que conforta
Lá ao fundo da estrada
Quando abrir esta porta
Não verei mais nada!
Está frio não está?
Lágrimas que caem sem se ver
Luz que brilha no horizonte
Tão longe, já quase sem se ver
Lágrimas de tudo, lágrimas de nada
Destruição patente
Tão perto à chegada
Quase sem respirar calmamente
Tudo se converte em nada
Brilho celestial que conforta
Lá ao fundo da estrada
Quando abrir esta porta
Não verei mais nada!
Está frio não está?
domingo, 17 de fevereiro de 2008
My Dying Bride - The Light At The End Of The World
An isle, a bright shining isle
stands forever, alone in the sea
Of rock and of sand and grass
and shale, the isle bereft of trees.
- Small. A speck in the wide blue
sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.
A dweller upon our lonesome
isle, the last, lonely man? -
By the Gods he is there to
never leave, to remain all his
life. His punishment for
evermore, to attend the
eternal light.
The lighthouse, tall and brilliant
white, which stands at the end
of the world. Protecting ships
and sailors too, from rock they
could be hurled
Yet nothing comes and nothing
goes 'sept the bright blue sea.
Which stretches near and far
away, 't is all our man can see.
Though, one day, up high on
rock, a bird did perch and cry.
An albatross, he shot a glance,
and wondered deeply, why?
Could it be a watcher sent?
A curse sent from the Gods,
who sits and cries and stares at him,
the life that they have robbed.
Each year it comes to watch
over him, the creature from above.
Not a curse but a reminder of
the woman that he loved.
- Oh weary night, under stars,
he'd lay and gaze.
Up towards the moon and stars.
The suns dying haze.
Time and again, Orion's light
filled our man with joy.
Within the belt, he'd see his love,
remembering her voice -
The twinkle from the stars above
bled peace into his heart
As long as she looks down on him
he knows they'll never part
One day good, one day bad
The madness, the heat, the sun,
Out to sea, he spies upon land.
His beloved Albion.
Cliffs of white and trees of green
Children run and play,
'My home land' he cries and weeps,
why so far away?
Eyes sore and red. Filled with tears,
he runs towards the sea.
To risk his life, a worthy cause,
for home he would be.
Into the sea, deep and blue,
the waters wash him clean.
Awake. He screams. Cold with sweat.
And Albion a dream.
- Such is life upon the isle,
of torment and woe.
One day good. One day bad.
And some days, even hope.
The light at the end of the world
burns bright for mile and mile
Yet tends the man, its golden glow,
in misery all the while?
For fifty years he stands and waits,
atop the light, alone.
Looking down upon his isle
the Gods have made his home -
The watcher at the end of the world
through misery does defile.
Remembers back to that single night
and allows a tiny smile.
(His sacrifice was not so great,
he insists upon the world.
Again he would crime,
Again he would pay,
for one moment with the girl)
Her hair, long and black it shone,
The dark, beauty of her eyes,
Olive skin and warm embrace,
her memory never dies.
'Twas years ago, he
remembers clear
the life they once did live.
Endless love and lust for life,
they promised each would give.
Alas, such love and laughter too,
was short as panting breath
For one dark night, her soul
was kissed
by the shade of death.
(Agony, like none before,
was suffered by our man.)
who tends the light now
burning bright
on the very last of land.
(Anger raged and misery too
like nothing ever before.)
He cursed the Gods and man
and life,
and at his heart he tore.
- A deity felt sympathy
and threw our man a light
'Your woman you may see again,
for a single night. -
But think hard and well young man,
there is a price to pay:
to tend the light at the end of
the world
is where you must stay.
Away from man and life and love.
Alone you will be.
On a tiny isle. A bright shining isle
in the middle of the sea.'
- 'I'll tend the light, for one more night
with the woman whom I love',
screamed the man, with tearful eyes,
to the deity above.
And so it was that very night
his lover did return.
To his arms and to their bed,
together they did turn.
In deepest love and lust and passion
entwined they did fall.
Lost within each other's arms
they danced (in lover's ball). -
- Long was the night filled with love.
For them the world was done.
Awoke he did to brightest light,
his woman and life had gone.
To his feet he leapt. To the sea he looked.
To the lighthouse on the stone.
The price is paid and from now on
he lives forever alone.
Fifty years have passed since then
and not a soul has he seen.
but his woman lives with him still
in every single dream.
'Tis sad to hear how young love has died
to know that, alone, someone has cried.
but memories are ours to keep.
To live them again, in our sleep.-
O tempo passou desde o meu ultimo post, seja este o primeiro do ano com a musica de onde tirei o nome desta minha "casa"...
Palavras que não mais saem porque morrem como quem morre, e desaparece como quem desaparece, finalmente encontrei caminho... lá ao fundo estou eu... sozinho.
stands forever, alone in the sea
Of rock and of sand and grass
and shale, the isle bereft of trees.
- Small. A speck in the wide blue
sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.
A dweller upon our lonesome
isle, the last, lonely man? -
By the Gods he is there to
never leave, to remain all his
life. His punishment for
evermore, to attend the
eternal light.
The lighthouse, tall and brilliant
white, which stands at the end
of the world. Protecting ships
and sailors too, from rock they
could be hurled
Yet nothing comes and nothing
goes 'sept the bright blue sea.
Which stretches near and far
away, 't is all our man can see.
Though, one day, up high on
rock, a bird did perch and cry.
An albatross, he shot a glance,
and wondered deeply, why?
Could it be a watcher sent?
A curse sent from the Gods,
who sits and cries and stares at him,
the life that they have robbed.
Each year it comes to watch
over him, the creature from above.
Not a curse but a reminder of
the woman that he loved.
- Oh weary night, under stars,
he'd lay and gaze.
Up towards the moon and stars.
The suns dying haze.
Time and again, Orion's light
filled our man with joy.
Within the belt, he'd see his love,
remembering her voice -
The twinkle from the stars above
bled peace into his heart
As long as she looks down on him
he knows they'll never part
One day good, one day bad
The madness, the heat, the sun,
Out to sea, he spies upon land.
His beloved Albion.
Cliffs of white and trees of green
Children run and play,
'My home land' he cries and weeps,
why so far away?
Eyes sore and red. Filled with tears,
he runs towards the sea.
To risk his life, a worthy cause,
for home he would be.
Into the sea, deep and blue,
the waters wash him clean.
Awake. He screams. Cold with sweat.
And Albion a dream.
- Such is life upon the isle,
of torment and woe.
One day good. One day bad.
And some days, even hope.
The light at the end of the world
burns bright for mile and mile
Yet tends the man, its golden glow,
in misery all the while?
For fifty years he stands and waits,
atop the light, alone.
Looking down upon his isle
the Gods have made his home -
The watcher at the end of the world
through misery does defile.
Remembers back to that single night
and allows a tiny smile.
(His sacrifice was not so great,
he insists upon the world.
Again he would crime,
Again he would pay,
for one moment with the girl)
Her hair, long and black it shone,
The dark, beauty of her eyes,
Olive skin and warm embrace,
her memory never dies.
'Twas years ago, he
remembers clear
the life they once did live.
Endless love and lust for life,
they promised each would give.
Alas, such love and laughter too,
was short as panting breath
For one dark night, her soul
was kissed
by the shade of death.
(Agony, like none before,
was suffered by our man.)
who tends the light now
burning bright
on the very last of land.
(Anger raged and misery too
like nothing ever before.)
He cursed the Gods and man
and life,
and at his heart he tore.
- A deity felt sympathy
and threw our man a light
'Your woman you may see again,
for a single night. -
But think hard and well young man,
there is a price to pay:
to tend the light at the end of
the world
is where you must stay.
Away from man and life and love.
Alone you will be.
On a tiny isle. A bright shining isle
in the middle of the sea.'
- 'I'll tend the light, for one more night
with the woman whom I love',
screamed the man, with tearful eyes,
to the deity above.
And so it was that very night
his lover did return.
To his arms and to their bed,
together they did turn.
In deepest love and lust and passion
entwined they did fall.
Lost within each other's arms
they danced (in lover's ball). -
- Long was the night filled with love.
For them the world was done.
Awoke he did to brightest light,
his woman and life had gone.
To his feet he leapt. To the sea he looked.
To the lighthouse on the stone.
The price is paid and from now on
he lives forever alone.
Fifty years have passed since then
and not a soul has he seen.
but his woman lives with him still
in every single dream.
'Tis sad to hear how young love has died
to know that, alone, someone has cried.
but memories are ours to keep.
To live them again, in our sleep.-
O tempo passou desde o meu ultimo post, seja este o primeiro do ano com a musica de onde tirei o nome desta minha "casa"...
Palavras que não mais saem porque morrem como quem morre, e desaparece como quem desaparece, finalmente encontrei caminho... lá ao fundo estou eu... sozinho.
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