Tristessa

I wake up everyday staring at the sun
have nowhere to go and noone nearby to talk
sitting down the sideboard with no fun
sadly settled loose path is all i've got to walk

from time to time i've suffered what i feel
but everytime it seems to not work out
losing time, broken loves, feeling more real
losing head, it's useless when i shout

do i have to live it through this way?
do i have to accept everything is bound to be gone?
do i have to cry and beg you to stay?
do i have to believe that i really could be someone?

old books and new thoughts lost in the maze
stepping on the burnt grass of a far lost land
from all the choices there's one I have to chase
I'd feel better if i had someone to lend me a hand

When i realised we all have grown up fast
everyone set their way towards tomorrow
some win, some still try, some will last
either way, all might taste a bitter sorrow

the nude truth is sometimes hard to swallow
but it's the only way to make it right
deeply hidden lies will always stay shallow
behind all darkness there's always a light

Sereno

Óh, risonha, branca e nua Lua
de luz me torna sóbria a noite vazia
desastrosa dúvida me responderia
minha companhia hoje é só tua

que faço, óh real lenda
dou ouvidos à loucura ou me faço desfeito
de escórias e migalhas que carregam meu peito
para o pasto, uma oferenda

notas roucas do meu violão se diluem
no silêncio que tu trazes em seu sereno
a água e fogo foi forjado seio moreno
das marcas sôfregas, lembranças afluem

vá adiante, saudosa estrela
de luz o horizonte da manhã se banha
dormes tão sutilmente que nem se estranha
mais tarde volto para vê-la.

Rusty anchor

she´s a girl like any other around
her feelings under a thick layer of thoughts
staring at the truth makes her feel
it shows up in her face.

embraced by all notes of that sound
desires, alcohol and many other layouts
once upon a time it was their will
was what she wanted to chase.

another day, another way to try again
new feelings under a thicker layer of thoughts
the same new truth makes her chill
wishing old jewels to fade.

fresh and pleasant, but never the same
her old rusty anchor has no whereabouts
does the old truth make her feel?
it keeps her hidden in the shade.

do you feel?
would you?