déplu

Morphee qui m'ennivre
Morphee qui me saoule
Je ne serais plus pour que le sommeil coule
De mes rêves je suis ivres.

Dégrise, cerveau gommé
Ce n'était qu'une fantaisie
Même si je lui ai consacré ma vie
Apprend a être désillusionner

Je sais que mon coeur est mort
Mais quand même bat toi
Ne serait-ce que par désarroi
Rapelle toi que tu peux être fort?

Mes forces me quittent
Je ne suis plus celui que j'étais
Mes certitudes qui hier encore me guidait
Mais puisque tout n'est pas aux mérites

Meurt encore un peu
Tête et coeur
Reste pourtant sans rancoeur
Je ne suis plus pieu

Pleure mes larmes de sang
Je regrette toujours autant
D'avoir été qu'un amant
Et moi qui t'aimais tellement

Je ne suis plus
Je ne serai plus jamais
Que le reflet de ce que tu m'inspirais
Mort de t'avoir déplu.

Not in a good place
forsaken from you kisses
forsaken from you warmth
i feel life leaving me

Time not to me
beeing stolen
i feel the sorrow overwhelming me
im a walking corpse

there is nothing left in me
the tank is empty
Hopes have left me
and who am I to think im worthy.

Weep not for me

Credits to: Joe Fazio and to Cassarah who posted this beautiful poem in
Cada coisa em seu lugar / Everything in its place

Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell
among the wonders of the earth; for my larger
self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other
side of pain…on the other side of darkness.

Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine
that touches your skin, a tropical breeze
upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart
and the innocence of babes in mothers arms.
I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your
hour of need, I will be there to comfort you.
I will share your tears, your joys, your fears,
your disappointments and your triumphs.

Do not weep for me, for I am cradled
in the arms of God. I walk with the angels,
and hear the music beyond the stars.

Do not weep for me, for I am within you;
I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses
the flowers. I am the calm that follows a
raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats
among the garden of God, and I am pure
white snow that softly falls upon your hand.

Do not weep for me, for I shall never die,
as long as you remember me…
with a smile and a sigh.

Seen on Paolo Coelho blog today.

http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/10/02/weep-not-for-me/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PauloCoelhosBlog+%28Paulo+Coelho%27s+Blog%29&utm_content=Google+Feedfetcher

blur

Today I woke up
And the sun didn't
Today I woke up
And my pain already had

Mysterious is the way
I still expect to see you
I still smile thinking of your warm skin
but then cry because they aren't no more

Even knowing before going to bed
Already knowing the path
Of my wounded mind
and how it is going to end

I don't feel like seeking anymore
Nothing is worth it
I guess I had my shot
And now do I want less?

The nights and the days
All confused in a blur of sorrow
Time matter no more since your gone
And my skin is allergic to others but you

Fire burning me of intense love
Now replace with a desert
Of lonely ice and sadness
And my fakes smiles are legions

Would I care?
Should I be there?
I'm wondering what is it
That i'm supposed to do...

Maybe my time is gone
Maybe i don't belong here no more
Without a soulmate
After beeing betrayed...

And i don't wanna run anymore
I don't wanna fight that darkness
I want it to swallow me completly
Disapearing from my miserable little person.