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El gordo bombom

Me acuerdo del colegio Y el gordo Bombom Ele era el capo Se sientia por cima Tenia el culo grande Bombom Comia frituras Y todo que tiene harina Lo que tenia mas feo Era su narina Y se vio tan gordo Que ya capo no se sentia Hizo ejercicios Bombom No come mas harina Y en su inferioridad Pide a las mujeres Que se le caguen encima Bombom -x- -x-

El Tanguito de Igor Yrygoyen

Los ojos verdes que me esperaban Ahora son muerte Caso de suicidio En su belleza del passado Hoy solo queda un raton Rata fea! Una vez era tan bello Ojos de violin Y me abrazabas con afecto Hoy veo que era t0d0 mentira Que en tus labios gasté besos Que en mi saliva no existen mas Tu suenõ Hoy es mi noche de pessadilla De un passado de falso tercio pelo Hoy eres una memoria de mala dicha Y que ahora nazcan tu arrugas Y sobre tu tumba bailen un tango Dos tortugas Para que te acuerden tu tortura Que de un pobre ratoncillo Te volviste La rata fea -x-

Para Rogí

Rogí Quando você vai me perdoar Esta na hora de me ouvir Nossos sonhos de amor No tempo que tempo que não tinha dor Já é hora de tentar Você é lindo Seus olhos verdes a me assustar Os desenhos e poesias Que fizemos no passado Eu só quero te falar Você é minha primeira lembrança Meus amantes tem seu olhar Em todo homen eu procuro Tem que ter um pouco de ti Mesmo que more em outro lugar -x-

Angie from the Rolling Stones

Angie, angie, when will those clouds all disappear? Angie, angie, where will it lead us from here? With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats You cant say were satisfied But angie, angie, you cant say we never tried Angie, youre beautiful, but aint it time we said good-bye? Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried? All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke Let me whisper in your ear: Angie, angie, where will it lead us from here? Oh, angie, dont you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet I hate that sadness in your eyes But angie, angie, aint it time we said good-bye? With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats You cant say were satisfied But angie, I still love you, baby Evrywhere I look I see your eyes There aint a woman that comes close to you Come on baby, dry your eyes But angie, angie, aint it good to be alive? Angie, angie, they cant say we never tried

Fito Paez song "Mariposa Technicolor" translation "Technicolor Butterfly"

All the mornings I lived All the streets we played hide and seek For the first time I was enchanted by love My mother worked day and night And I had "All Star" shoes We had our sundays at the club And we didn´t give a dawn if Christ was crucified The beauty of the cathedral And the fottie team we supported Won at our stadium So things went round and round Under the sun And I felt for the first time I had a reason to live Because I was your Technicolor Butterfly Girls looked at us with jelousy Inside their happiness We saw their pain Because we we´re toghether They hoped so much to be with you And where able to break their principles Just to have you So one day it all happened Without any warning I discovered the sadnness of being in this world And not having you as a reason to live You know we´ve met way back Way back than yesterday The day I left I tryed to keep in touch In my soul I take the singing voice And the sunshine I have t

Images of Paris

I woke up this morning with hope in my soul Called you up so early,I thought I heard you moan Asked you if you remember ,Paris But all I heard was no Images of Paris Haunting in my soul I was just 15 So why did I let go? I ask myself why I fell so good With men who remind me of you I heard your voice again After 10 dreadfull years You sound like a former lover I met yesterday at a show Or someone I feel atracted Who lives just accross the ocean And never saw in my life And,who knows,will never be my own When I have my first born child It will bare your name So those memories of Paris Won´t form a rotten wound in my soul Images of Paris Haunting in my soul I was just 15 So why did I let go? Time says it heals all wounds So why woun´t it just heal them My do I have to live with this open scar Of th

Nine Songs For A Love Story(when love is free and touchebly ethereal)

1)Runnaway,Del Shannon 2)Ruby Tuesday,Rolling Stones 3)Happinness Is A Warm Gun,Beatles 4)Good Vibrations,Beach Boys 5)Is It Wicked Not To Care,Belle and Sebastian 6)Pagan Poetry,Bjork 7)Under The Milkyway,The Church 8)All Mine,Portishead 9)This Is Hardcore,Pulp 10)Under Ether,Pj Harvey 11)Hues Of Longing,Mors Syphilitica 12)Stars,Ulrich Schnauss 13)Misterium,This Ascention 14)Stand Away,Angra 15)Creep,Stone Temple Pilots -x- PS: The songs sound better with that special person near you

Another song from the genious of Cazuza

I Don´t love anybody (Eu não amo ninguem,Cazuza) Yesterday I went to bed holding myself tight Clinging myself to four pillows And crying softly like a little baby So that neither me or god could hear Feeling my own pain Like a baby, as I fall asleep I dream´t i´ve jumped from the 20th floor And scaped without a scratch I´ve wo n $3.500.000 At the lotery And you told me in this sweet ironic voice You´d be mines forever Wen I woke up ,the first thing i´ve saw Was your photograph I don´t know why at mornings Everyday seems like giving labour Who knows,after someone slaps me in the face I´ll know the reasons of all this If you love someone You expect to be loved back Yet anymone I love It´s like loving the moon Something unreacheble I just don´t love anybody This is so strange I can´t fall inlove And my life is all surounded By love _x_ E é só amor que eu respiro
Why am I writting this?Saying private things it´s so un-english,It´s supossed to be,I´m brazilian.And in two weeks carnaval will come.And everytime carnaval it´s near all this comes to my head.I´m just someone who got hurt inside.And survived.These kind of wounds aren´t the kind that just a band aid will heal them.It took years of enduring,silence and medication. Today,I think I´m kindda celebrating this,because,I think,It all has come to an end,for once and for all. I´m not Joana anymore,I became a wall of iron,I can take anything,and survive!

Requiem to Muniz Antonio Alves Cruz (written behind his photo on march/2003 when i heard his death)

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To Muniz: Some people live to kill.Others die so other people can give more value to their lives.Life is god´s most precious gift to us.Our bodies are sanctuaries.We all have the right and the duty to take care of it. I just don´t know how to react to your lost.It´s a strong phisical loss.I fell inlove with you one day,and somehow I keep on being. I just can´t bare missing you so much: Joana

The day I lost myself

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Look deep into her eyes. Because she was,once, A lover of mines -x-

Boys of my life or Just for the Boys!First part early 96 to early 98

I remember when I first got interested in guys.I was 12 years old.Untill then I thought I would be a lesbian.I thought Paul MCcartney in his "Sgt Peppers" years looked hot,Hulk Hogan,Leo Di Caprio,Liam Ghallegher,Peter Steele,etc Them I got tired of all the celebrities and ran off to find a REAL man.I remember this english guy,not,sir,it´s not you,hi´s name was Robert,hehehehehe.I thought he was cool because he was in university and I was at 6th grade!We both had the same love for the Beatles and Oasis.I met him in this internet community called "Firefly",that later became "MSN"!Then he stopped talking to me because he discovered I was 13 and on 6th grade!And I discovered he was 15 and on 8th grade! Then just messing around my desktop in late 1996 i discovered "Netscape Chat"!Mirc´s soundless colourless older brother.I randomly typed#england and #beatles and BAM! There was where all these people fr

Saudades de Figueredo e da Gonorreia(based on a local saying)

"Passar ferias em casa E ter-te longe Me faz ter saudades de Dizzie E das ferias no Mexico " "Having you so far away from me and spending vacations at home makes me miss Dizzy and spending my vacations in Mexico"

Rumba de la ententona(Spanish love song)

Y asi hizo la ententona La que siempre há de ententar I por su tierra ya no llora Pues se lo intenta por amar Si no lo ves si que no existe Si lo escuchas es uma cancion Do imagen,tiene una foto Vive de puro amor Tengo solamente algunas cartas Y nunca senti su olor Por tu imagen me duele la vista Y de tu lengua no me imagino ni el sabor Por esto sigo yo bailando Para que te pueda encontrar Y a ententar y a seguir buscando Para sentir aquel me duele Que es el hombre que quiero amar _x_

Songs for Andrew,the man I love.Ma´ Cushla (my body my blood)

I Can't Control Myself Lyrics by Troggs OH NO! (ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba) i cant stand still coz youve got me goin (ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba) ur slacks are low and your hips are showin (ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba) i thank you girl as ur standing there your low-cut slacks and your long black hair i want you going, i want noone else coz when im with you i cant control myself defence is down and you got me shakin (ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba) you got me so that my nerves are breakin (ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba) if u knew me like i know u girl ur knees would bend and ur hair would curl you make me move, yeh, like noone else and when im with you i cant control myself ive got this feeling thats inside of me it makes me think of how things used to be it makes me feel alright when im with you at night and we love and we love (ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba) you fill me so with this big temptation (ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba) this kind

Link to an old photoblog with cool pictures and poetry

http://www.fotolog.com/horda666

Dialog "Me and Him",the digestion and aftermath of a high school crush

Him: This must be the first time we talk properly.Hehehehehe Me: Yeah.So, you got in accepted at the University.Ready to be the next Bill Gates? Him:Who,me? Not a chance! Me:Come on!Your whole life´s been about computing and now you are getting a higher dregree on the subject. Him:Afterwards I should get a higher degree on English Literature,so I can write a paper on Tolkien.Or go to music school so I can become a guitar virtuosi. Me:So,how´s love? Him:She left me :( But ok,life goes on while things move forward. Me:I wanna fly to see my loverman this time.He came here the other time.Now it´s time I went there. Him:I saw your blog.Wonderful poems!Did you write any about me?Sincerly it would me an honour.(He does his tipical ironic face)Hehehehe Me: Oh,yes!There´s a whole bunch of them in a drawyer,they are from back then. Him:Back when? Me:High School,when I fell inlove with you and you didn´t give shit about it (Now I do my ironic face). Him: You just couldn´t get enough of ol´Raffs

Song from a dream which it didn´t stop playing in my head today

Charlotte Gainsbourg - AF607105 Melancholy aviation chocolate perfume cigarettes frequent flyers tow away dislocation sleeping jets wave goodbye feel homesick tranquilizers bill of fare cry easy dvt disapear into thin air we wish you all a very happy pleasant flight this is a journey to the center of the night and the inflight entertainment's out of sigh there on af 607105 time difference you're waking chase the sun into your eyes sleeping cities dust hotel rooms passengers look to the skies fly overyour lifetime and never touching down my heart is breakings omewhere over saskatchewan we wish you all a very happy pleasant flight this is a journey to the center of the nigh tand the inflight entertainment's out of sigh there on af 607105 your life in the wrong hands savannah and frozen wastes the flight path the wingspanbelow the earth rotates i love you i miss you i cannot see your face invent a new persona drunk here on the edge of spaceall the things i carry with meand al

Translation of a song I like

The name of the song is "Top Top" the interpreters are Mutantes.Top Top it´s a brazilian expression that means "in deep trouble" Top Top It´s time for a sabotage It will be your turn to suffer Whenever there´s no mutual correspondence I will get avanged I won´t be mocked at anymore It´s time for a sabotage He´ll get married to me And we´ll make love on the stairs And paint your name oln the skies It will be sabotage! I want to see you In deep trouble I won´t let anyone say I didn´t do what i promissed doing And at the end I´ll look for somebody else And it will be my turn To say bye bye Untill nevermore I´m through with you _X_

"By the emerald island,someone awaits for me" For a good looking young man with green eyes

By the hills of Ireland In Gallway and Dunegal The the tall pagan man Awaits by the seaside The mother island Mother danu awaits for us And toghether we will Search for images Of Sheela na Gig Tuatha Dé Danann Mystical and heathen In new years eve They go to the sea To send flowers To Ceridiwen Oh dear mother goddess Can you hear my cry Howlling for the one Who lives at the other side Of coincidences _X _

For all the girls in Dubai who loved and got hurt by Billal Mehmet

"Beautiful Liar" Ay, Ay, Ay Nobody likes being played Beyonce, Beyonce Shakira, Shakira (hey)[ Beyonce] He said I'm worth it, his one desire [Shakira] I know things about 'em that you wouldn't wanna read about [Beyonce] He kissed me, his one and only, (yes) beautiful Liar [Shakira] Tell me how you tolerate the things that you just found out about [Shakira] You never know [Beyonce] Why are we the ones who suffer [Shakira] I have to let go [Beyonce] He won't be the one to cry [Beyonce] (Ay) Let's not kill the karma(Ay) Let's not start a fight(Ay) It's not worth the drama For a beautiful liar [Shakira] Can't we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha)(Oh) It's not worth our time(Oh) We can live without 'em Just a beautiful liar [Shakira] I trusted him, but when I followed you, I saw you together [Beyonce] I didn't know about you then 'till I saw you with him again [Shakira] I walked in on your love scene, slow dancing [Beyonce] You stole everythi

London and McLuhan´s symulacron

Red central line Regent Park Deep anal brown That stupid teardrop on my cheek Andrew, please,hold my hand You know what it is District Circle lines Colours of my flag Beyond MCLuhans Symulacron Where unreality becomes true Take me to London where it is All my life All my memories That stupid diary I wrote And forgot it On yellow purple pinkish Great Portland Streets My beautiful diary I wrote it in english For 12 years of my life And like Anne Frank I gave it a name She named her´s Kitty And in the depts of my personal war Like Morrisson,the rider on the storm I named mine´s Jimmy Andrew,let´s just stop there To see if I can find it again It never ansewered me But it has and knows everything I want to see it again Just to be sure nobody Read my secrets If someone found it Jimmy was the medium of my messeges And you say Don´t worry It´s still there In London And all of it´s Love When we found the diary All the pages got Torned off It was agressively Unveiled All of my secrets _x_

The arab man and his lonly fm (he´s going hollow as a hole)

The arab man and his lonely fm In Abu Dabi lonely he stands The arab man and his sad fm He see´s the world around But never takes a stand He think he´s like Guevara But he´s like George W. Bush He despices minorities And plants bombs On innocent people So he can attack The asian guy and his Borges book Like the author he´s going blind Yet he does not seizes The last things he looks He listens to the same

Rafameia (um punk rock erótico pra um homem pornográfico)

Rafaméia Vamos para Rafaméia Vamos pra Floripa! Lá tem um gostosão Com um lapa de pica! Ele é da Rafaméia Seu signo é de Libra Tem barriga tanquinho E uma bunda bonita Ele é da Rafaméia Só quer saber de sexo Da boca carnuda Ele goza no teto Ele é da Rafaméia É feito de tesão Te lambe com os olhos E goza na tua mão Ele é da Rafaméia Um homem objeto Ele é um robô Nascido para o sexo _ x_