Ah, ta. A te, a ti, eu to, e tu? 

Se no teclado, quando bato 

Eu retrato

Cada traço 

Do contexto do espaço 

Em que me acho

Manifesto meu apreço

Pelo contato

Que me testa a todo preço 

No disparate

Com promessas e desgastes

Me comprometo 

ao seu debate

Já no começo

Eu Reconheço seu combate

Que rebate 

cada trecho que eu meço 

com medidas

E palavras tão ardidas

Conheço a fala

desmedida, que exala

em cada letra, 

traço de treta

Você me remeteu 

ao seu papel.

Mas sem caneta, um papel

é só papel, 

E não gazeta

Logo, cometa

Um novo erro e vire réu

Volte pro céu, 

pro seu planeta,

Ele é só seu, cheio de mel, cheio de teta.

Com menos féu

 e a mente preta

te espero num cometa,

não arremeta 

pra escrever e assentar

em cada folha em branco dentro da gaveta.

 

Live by Night

Once, a good comrade brought a me a book. That book was called “Live by Night”. And then, I wrote a song. With a friend..

The Wanderer.

–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*–*

Am D G C

I have a drink, to start the night.

Only fellas walking by my side.

I`m on the street, going around.

I won`t stop, rest or settle down.

The vibe is good, we`re almost set.

We just need to buy some cigarrets.

What do I do, what do I see.

Living by Night.

Just living by night.

Just living by night.

They look at us when we arrive.

For some reason they want to start a fight.

Ain`t got no fear. It`s not a crime.

We kick their ass, cuz they don`t worth a dime.

We had some fun. A good time.

When they get back, crawling for their wifes.

Wormed up by the moonlight.

Was about time to get us on the line.

Living by Night.

Just living by night.

Living by night.

Just living by night.

The club is full, the girls are mine.

They ask me something.. I`m giving what they like.

Hey lovely waitress, fill out my cup.

What time do you leave? I wanna make some love.

Take off you`re clothes, and shout it out.

I`m gonna give you reasons to be laught

I had my girls. I had my time.

But now, my lover is the night.

Living by Night.

Just living by night.

Living by night.

Just living by night.

I close my eyes, she goes around.

I feel free to smoke and make my sound.

I`m getting high. I`m hanging out.

Only me, my friends and lullaby.

On the way home, we bought some wine.

Marijuana, and stop to grab a bite.

I won`t record all the night.

But I`m sure, I will wake up with a smile.

What do I do, what do I see.

Living by Night.

I can`t deny, is a part of me.

Just living by night.

Com firmeza vou seguindo.

Eu,
Que achei que a vida era tão fácil,
Descobri que não é bem assim.
E não foi alguém que me falou,
Foi vivendo que aprendi.
O valor de tudo que passou,
Dos momentos que eu não vi,
Dos beijos e abraços que não pude dar,
E das despedidas que eu perdi.
Mas,
Eu estou aqui, seguindo com firmeza,
No caminho que eu escolhi.

Em memória de Manoel de Andrade Moreira, verdadeiro guerreiro, grande homem, e meu amado avô. Descanse em paz vô. 04/04/1930 – 24/03/2018.

Capt Plant

Magical Bond

Alone I may be wondering in this foreign lands,
Owning to my name only what I can carry with my hands.
But all the strengh and serenity in my possesion,
Come from the magical strings that bound us together.
Whereve I go, my loves,
You are with me, and I,
With you.

Capt Plant, honestly speaking.

Morning

My toughts, my heart, my soul.. it all stops for a second.
Looks like everithing has changed.
Even I can’t see outside, I can feel it.
It’s almost morning.

Like a bird, that knows the Sun is about to come out.
Like the wind, that knows when to blow from the Sea.
Something calls me.
It’s time to go home.

What is happening?
It’s just so confusing feelings that I can not even…
It’s the bittersweat sunshine.
It’s morning, after all.

Good night.