Bem agora vou parar de postar coisa em inglês
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Um olhar
Pedro Cornachione
Que belo dia para uma poesia
Contento-me com pouco, teu olhar
Mias mesmo assim me tenho, sem olhar
Às vezes o elo entre nós é nossa vitória
Entra amado e ensangüentado
Toda a noção de transe
Sem essa de Zambi ou Anse
O rei do sol seria codilhado
Resolva a equação da vida
No qual X+2=0 E X+4=2
Substitua a vírgula, minha querida
E verás que o novo é belo
O rochoso é concreto
E nozes não são retas
Para 45 graus é o elo
Em um cateto oposto
Apego-me ao sol
Que vale mais, bem mais que mol
E é nisto que eu aposto
Inibe-me direto via rádio
Inscrevi-me pela internet
Bem perto de minha kitnet, digo dentro.
E assim transcrevo meu pensamento via otário.
quinta-feira, 20 de setembro de 2007
Tom is away
Tom is away
Pedro Cornachione
The clown is fixed on the gate
All of signs are waiting
Some of them I’ve got in your eyes
But most of them are god being nice
I’m having a good day
As not a result of the way
Being nice is my pleasure
But sometimes I forgot the dessert
But sometimes
I’m the unforgiven
The unforgiven(3x)
Sickness today, is what I felt
All that wanted, was not be dead
Burn is the hell, it’s not like it seems
But all the things are not dust in the wind
Tom is away
Remember I’m always here to say
Pedro Cornachione
The clown is fixed on the gate
All of signs are waiting
Some of them I’ve got in your eyes
But most of them are god being nice
I’m having a good day
As not a result of the way
Being nice is my pleasure
But sometimes I forgot the dessert
But sometimes
I’m the unforgiven
The unforgiven(3x)
Sickness today, is what I felt
All that wanted, was not be dead
Burn is the hell, it’s not like it seems
But all the things are not dust in the wind
Tom is away
Remember I’m always here to say
Nameless
Bem ainda não está totalmente pronta a música mais ai vai pelo menos uma boa parte dela
Nameless
I feel the sick of the death
Behind my scenes or screens
Beside the dreams are some keys that I wanted you to tell me
My friend, your girl will never go back
Because she belongs to your past
Something in the way are just made by god
Who fought the law maybe
Or who though a party in the heaven would not make problems in the hell
But stairway not the one that goes to earth
I mean the one which came from heaven to hell
That one is such a “motherfucker”
Nameless
I feel the sick of the death
Behind my scenes or screens
Beside the dreams are some keys that I wanted you to tell me
My friend, your girl will never go back
Because she belongs to your past
Something in the way are just made by god
Who fought the law maybe
Or who though a party in the heaven would not make problems in the hell
But stairway not the one that goes to earth
I mean the one which came from heaven to hell
That one is such a “motherfucker”
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