nathyfaith

I screamed in the top of my lungs for someone who did not love me While he whispers in the foot of my ear My heart now beat in compasses with yours My life, once so tasteless, now has color, odor, taste, but above all, love I suffered in silence watching my love fall apart My heart yelled for her, although my voice did not reach her ears, even less her heart I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed – NO – I had to have her in my arms It was as if I had been blind and finally saw the light When solemnly I was pulled in against his strong arms, alarmed I knew that there was where my destiny lays I looked inside his deep b

Ás vezes penso, quem são estas pessoas a minha volta? O que fazem, o que pensam, onde moram, o que as move. São tantas pessoas, tantas vozes, que a turbulência de seus sons não nos comove. Porque devemos nos subjulgar as diferenças, ignorar a indiferença? Trair a razão? Aceitar drogas por compaixão? Suícidio por solidão? Qual a razão por trás dessas vozes, dos holofotes? O que os move? A ilusão, o sonho, a paixão ou a sua voz é só mais uma na multidão? Pessoas, vozes, rostos e gestos... O que as move?!

I like the Sun But the rain, I do not know, has an air of romanticism That thin rain that fell upon our heads, almost like the touch of the hand of an angel or the warm kiss of a lover Or the storm that is announced in the distance Stunning, vibrant, noisy, singing its thunder and lightning’s, illuminating the city skies Calmly, falling upon our roof at night as a lullaby rocking our sleep Frightening, powerful, triumphant, weak drops that become powerful dreams among leading minds Lightweight drops, tiny, falling on the asphalt, forming puddles, creating sounds of passing cars, showing life as people wander by The rain, so love