"Dear Me!", dos East New Sound

"Dear Me!", dos East New Sound (remastered)

domingo, 30 de dezembro de 2012

Momento Musical - Inanna's Dream, da Zwei

E como já não posto há algum tempo, deixo aqui uma pequena música (é japonesa, eu sei, mas ultimamente as melhores letras provêm das regiões que a maioria das pessoas menos gostam ;) ).

Como tal, deixo-vos a letra (não é toda, visto que não consigo encontrar a versão completa da tradução) desta música, cantada por Zwei, de nome (traduzido) "Inanna's Dream".

Em cima, deixo o opening (donde conheci a música), e donde busquei a letra.

Cumprimentos e aproveitando, desejo a todos uma Boa Passagem de Ano a todos
Rebel Moon

Sem mais demoras:

An empty dream, an ambigious impulse
A soft joy appeasing the blood, the desired release
The mysterious moment of awakening
overflowing with warmth, the afterimage becomes distorted

If, by covering your eyes with your hands, you also cut off all the light
I will search for your voice! This arranged miracle
the truth is connected to it, all of this

This brilliant scenery, an inconsistent theorem
a choice surpassing reason
Expressing this sin in order to blame
the darkness holds its breath

The beautiful ones and the mad ones 
are interchanged through this contract
Fluttering lightly, the invitation of the butterflies
soon the screams will turn into painlessnes

sábado, 8 de dezembro de 2012

The rose has thorns

Beauty means being beautiful.
That is simple to understand,
But to understand beauty,
You need to learn about the rose.

The rose is red,
His petals are good-looking,
And smells like a 150$ perfume.

Still, it has thorns.
Why such a beautiful flower,
Who has everything to be proud of,
Has thorns at all?

The answer is easy:
The thorns are what makes the flower beautiful at all.
The perfection of the flower, followed by the sharpened thorns,
Together makes the flower beautiful.

That also happens to humans.
A person could be pretty, but that doesn't mean she's beautiful.
And I mean in the overall, not just physical.
A girl isn't beautiful without a strong (and thorny) heart.
The magic of beauty comes from the strength of that person.

Beauty, basically, is based on the strength of the person,
Not from how much pretty she is.

And that's why I don't give a fuck about pretty girls.
Because most of them aren't strong enough to handle themselves...

quinta-feira, 6 de dezembro de 2012

Teardrops

Eu estava muito bem, entretido a fazer um projecto meu, quando me deparo com esta música.
Já não a ouvia há um tempo, mas nunca teve um impacto tão grande como hoje.

Como tal, deixo a letra em baixo. Já deixei acima o vídeo donde fui buscar a letra.

Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my...

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

You're stumbling down
You're stumbling down



Cheers 
Rebel Moon

sábado, 24 de novembro de 2012

Perguntas

Boas noites.

Desta vez não é minha intenção postar um poema, mas mais uma série de perguntas:

Acham a morte algo assim tão trágico? Porque é que algo como sexo é falado de uma forma tão descontraída, mas morte continua a ser um tema perturbador? Vai acontecer, quer queiram quer não, e nada podem fazer para o impedir. É natural alguém morrer, logo também deveria ser natural uma pessoa aceitar essa morte, e continuar com a sua vida.

Não consideram a morte um possível "alívio" a este mundo? Há pessoas que morrem de fome, e desejariam por tudo que morressem, que não passassem pela dor pela qual eles passam diariamente. Então porque continuam lutando pela vida? De que vale pena continuar, nem que seja por 1 segundo? Se o mundo para eles é tão maléfico, porque continuar a lutar? Será que pensam que irá ficar melhor?

Porque é que ficam tristes quando alguém morre? Se morreu, morreu, e o resto das pessoas continuam vivendo. Porque é que temos funerais? Porque é que temos de dizer um último adeus, quando essa pessoa já não te pode devolver esse "adeus"? De nada valerá a pena...

These were just my thoughts, but tell me what you think about that :)

Cheers
RebelMoon

quinta-feira, 22 de novembro de 2012

Geek Suicidal Dedication

If you saw this note,
Then it means I am dead.

So let me explain
The conditions of my end.

First, it started as a function
That receives love as argument,
and returns something.
That something is calculated by another function similar to mine,
but on another arquitecture,
So the results may be different from what was expected.

So I, trying to understand in a radical way,
Tried dividing the other function result by 0.
And then it became known that I
Don't know anything from that function.

Then, when I think the solution was that simple,
I figured out. It was 0.
There was no love.
There was no happiness.
The only result was 0.

My machine tried
To get anything better than 0,
But it was in vain.
The result was always 0.

So much I tried,
Still getting 0.

My machine had gone a segmentation fault,
And began to expand
To other areas, that wasn't supposed to be reachable.

So now I have a corrupt system,
All because of the function that received love...

To the person who read this,
"I 'm sorry".
To my friends, who always backed me up,
"I'm sorry".
To my parents, who always cared for me,
"I'm sorry".
But my life is no more.
My purpose of life is no more.

So when you received this,
Understand this as a new "Hello World".
A World of Dreams and Illusion,
Where my dreams will never came true,
And the girl I loved will be happy.
Without me to be in her life.

Happy, as I will never be...

RebelMoon

sábado, 10 de novembro de 2012

The Story of the cat

Faz um tempo que não posto nada aqui.
Venho-vos falar de uma história que ouvi, já de há uns anos atrás (por palavras minhas, obviamente :P)

"Once upon a time" I met a little cat.
She was beautiful like the colour she was: black as the night.
I tried to befriend her, be close to her
And when I knew it,
I fell in love with her.
Then I couldn't see that beauty being taken away from me,
So I became jealous,
And locked her in my house,
Fearing someone would take that beauty from me.
But then I'd understand...
The beauty was her freedom.
The thing I ever loved about her
Was the fact that I wouldn't see her sometime,
But could come back to see me, to be with me.
From time to time, I lamented myself for locking her.
So I opened the door, and let her go,
Knowing that maybe I wouldn't see her anymore.

Fearing I couldn't see her anymore,
I trapped myself on my own house,
For a person like me could never have such beauty...

When outsiders opened to door,
Only to find a rotten corpse on the floor,
They saw something on the door:
Small scratches on the lower part.

The cat came to see the person,
For she has forgiven him.
But the error was done,
And the cat walked away.

Now, she has her family,
With a little girl and his parents.
The joy in that house was fantastic.
The cat gave that joy.
The cat lived happily ever after.

The End

Partuv HandGrapp

sexta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2012

Lucid Dream

Imagine a dream.
A dream with no ends.
A dream with no reality.
A dream with immortality.

Now reproduce it with love,
Constantly changing its behavior,
Like a tomb on a beautiful garden,
Or a flower on a war scene.

Use a little of magic,
To make it special,
Or if you want to be realistic,
Use a waterfall of rainbows.

Now add ponies
To make it more manly...
No, that would be just childish.

Still...
It doesn't take too long
To make a lucid dream.
You just need a reason.

Mine is Love.
Obssessive Love.
Love that can't be forgotten,
And in the same time,
I wish it was.
But Love this strong is to strong for thee,
For Love is the only weakness of humans...

Rebel Moon

quinta-feira, 8 de novembro de 2012

Início

Eu pensei em criar
Um poema do início ao fim.

A forma como deve estar organizada,
Mais a sensação que se pretende gerar.
Outrora escrevia o que vinha à cabeça
- E ainda continuo -
Tentava fazer rimas,
E o poema ficaria bom para alegrar.

Vejo agora que não é simples.
Ângulos que nunca havia pensado,
Nem sequer imaginado.
Iniciar um poema já não é tão fácil como antes.
A razão para o fazer, deixo para vocês perceber.

quarta-feira, 7 de novembro de 2012

The Non-dreamer

It's time to make a dream!

First you must catch
The Darkness of your Heart.

Then you must know
Your most wanted desire.

Suddenly
Colours began to spread,
And what you thought it was pitch black,
Became a clearer white.

Still...
From the whitest mountains,
Come the redder deeps,
From where your fears appear,
And your nightmares become near.

Sadly
I have nothing to complain about my dreams.
I have no dreams,
I have no nightmares,
I only have regret,
To have become the non-dreamer...

Reality is a hassle,
And for that, dreams exist.
The only dream I have,
Is the reality I blamed once...

terça-feira, 6 de novembro de 2012

New Design

A New Prospect,
A New Beginning,
So the line is crossed,
So I could be forever dreaming.

It's a world in black,
Need do paint with colours.

Begins with grey,
From the colour of her jacket.
Going to red,
To correspond to her scarf.

The we need blue,
To match her eyes,
And then a lighter beige,
To match her skin.

...
Need to make a new design...

The Ridicule Me

Nada de mais... Apenas um pequeno desabafo do meu lado.
Por acaso acho que até ficou rítmico :)

Simply waiting
For a sign to come by.
Always on the move,
Only to say goodbye.

Need attention,
Didn't get it at all,
Love is all I need,
But that was just a wall.

Need to sympathize,
But that is just not me.
Need to get myself of this dream
For all eternity.

Not a good thing to say
But boy, sure it is hard,
To see the love of your life
View the Ridicule Me inside...


Rebel Moon

domingo, 28 de outubro de 2012

Simply entertaining...

E 10 meses depois, voltei.
O meu jeito perdeu-se um bocado, mas vamos lá ver no que isto vai dar.

Also, mudei a música, que já tinha um tempinho. Algo com um toque mais acústico. :)

E sem mais demoras, o poema em questão:

Simply Entertaining...
The sound in my head,
Compelling me to stop.

Simply Entertaining...
The heart in my body,
Compelling me to stop.

Simply Entertaining...
The person ahead,
Compelling me to stop.

Simply Entertaining...
The person ahead
Is the reason I moved at first place...

Cheers
Rebel Moon