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

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

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.

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...

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

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