blowin' in the wind

Rotten Ideas — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 15:39:35 +0000

Entendiado em casa, saudade da minha menina, cansado de olhar o mesmo site…

Acho que em tudo existe Deus… nas árvores que crescem, nos dias de sol como hoje, mesmo que o sol não esquente, na magnitude de tudo o que o homem construiu e inventou… no amor entre as pessoas, no sorriso sincero do cara que ajuda uma velhinha a pegar o guarda-chuva que caiu no chão… enfim, em tudo existe Deus.

Mas e nas árvores que o homem destrói? Ou nos dias cinzas e frios em que aquela depressão impera? Ou na violência dos tiros que matam os inocentes, das bombas que destróem o que levou-se anos para construir, na cobiça que destrói vidas, que troca o sangue de uns pela felicidade de outros? E na ausência de vida naqueles que não conseguem olhar o próximo dentro do ônibus, daqueles que não desviam os olhos deles mesmos, que não vêem o que lhes cerca? Seria ingênuo afirmar que isso representa uma ausência de Deus…

Não. Deus está sim em tudo. No bom e no ruim, no forte e no fraco, na criação e na destruição. Acontece que deve existir uma harmonia entre o divino e o medíocre. Deus não distinguiu o homem dos animais por ser um “ser racional”, como muitos definem. Deus deu ao homem a opção da escolha, a liberdade de escolher tudo o que quiser. Deus deu ao homem uma verdadeira liberdade de expressão. Alguns escolhem ir contra a natureza do homem e de Deus – simples assim. Aquele que não reconhece que em tudo nele existe Deus, no ar que ele respira, na origem dos pensamentos dele, em sua própria composição física… aquele que não reconhece os sinais que os cercam… enfim, até mesmo na negação da existência de Deus existe Deus…

Em tudo o que nos cerca, no sol e na chuva, na virada dos dias, existem sinais para aqueles que crêem.

Enfim… sem elaboração, somente idéias… com o tempo tudo fica mais claro…

Age of Innocence

Rotten Ideas — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 15:20:54 +0000

before the rites of spring
come to mean all things
a little taste of what may come
a meer glimpse of what has gone

cause for the moment we are free
we seek to bind our release
too young to die, too rich to care
too fucked up to swear that i was there

Ugly

Rotten Ideas — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 13:39:42 +0000

I don’t look in the mirror
I don’t like what I see staring back at me
Everything is clearer
I’ll never see what you see
It’s not me
So beautiful and free
I’ll never be what you need
I can’t help it at all
I was born so beautiful
But now I’m ugly

And I rot in my skin
As a piece of me dies everyday
I know I’m nothing
I know there’s nothing I can say
To change
The judgement in their ways
I’ll never be what you need
I can’t help it at all
My love was so beautiful
But now I’m ugly

I’m good enough, but I don’t care
I’m good enough, but I’m not there
I’m good enough, but I don’t care
The sun is out, but I’m not there

Zero: Scratch 05

Rotten Ideas — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 21:34:21 +0000

He didn’t know much about what he lost, but he knew that he wanted to get it back. “Didn’t want to lose you once again, didn’t mean to cause any pain”. For the very first time since heaven took her away, he looked into himself. He became aware about the weakness of his soul, and desperation took control. “Am I being punished by fate?” He used to blame heaven for taking her away, but he never looked into himself. Well, sometimes that’s even better.

Zero: Scratch 04

Rotten Ideas — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 14:23:47 +0000

As time went by, he knew he was all alone. He knew she wouldn’t come, he feared what he could become, but still had strength to not succumb. “If I speak my mind, will you hear me? If I reach to you, will you feel me?” He searched and searched for her. He finally stepped out, sent his screams as far as he could, to recognize that it wasn’t enough. He never spent time with faith, he never trusted anyone but himself. But he always avoided hate, drowned in love for her self.

Zero: Scracth 03

Rotten Ideas — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 19:15:10 +0000

“If you see her, tell me why, why didn’t she say goodbye?” He couldn’t cool down his screams; he still had all those dreams. “Until when will she hide?” He feared that she had lied. “Is this a nightmare, or she really left me?” He still had hopes she would never flee. And through the night he remained silent, consumed by the screams of his mind. As time went by he became violent, in fear that he had been blind. “Doesn’t bother you that I’m not the one?” He wondered where she was hidden, and what wrong he’d done.

Zero: Scratch 02

Rotten Ideas — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:40:48 +0000

He was all alone, he was on his own. He missed her greatly, but he missed himself even more. He has been a doer of none, a lone watcher, and thus he lost what was his. Once again, he knew it would be that way all along. But in her pure gaze he became lost, inside her, and inside himself. He was always lonely, but he had her by his side. He thought that she could never hide. But now she was not there, she was somewhere else, in a place he knew nothing about. She was the hidden face of all his dreams. Of that, they had no doubt. But all that’s left were his screams. He was helpless now, ‘cause he just did all that he pleased.

Zero: Scratch 01

Rotten Ideas — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 19:17:45 +0000

The lights went down, and the silence crept into his bedroom. As he got used to, she was already there. She was as pure as she could be pure. She kept no secrets. He was joined by this silent love every night. He knew it all along, as if it was written into his soul. He could hear her soundless call, he could feel her presence. But he didn’t know her, as she had no face, no body, no soul. This time, things turned out different. He didn’t know, but she knew from the very beginning. She saw the pure light that he could never see, and she freed her soul like he never would. He missed her, and she missed him, but they knew they were together, although forever apart. For the very first time, heaven seemed insane, because heaven was to blame, for taking her away.

Meladori Magpie

Rotten Ideas — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 14:25:09 +0000

Uma música que eu conheci esse fim de semana, e ficou na minha cabeça…

And on her doorstep
I saw that I was blind
I’d forsaken
what was mine

What had mattered
Mattered little now
We had shattered
apart somehow

Ooh
I can’t help but stay the same
I remain true to my name

Time to get up
And take the long walk home
For the first time
I go alone

Do you remember
when we first met?
Chasing down the alleyways
behind my dad’s

Ooh
I can’t help but stay the same
I remain true to the name
Of lovers past
Good enough to lose
Good enough to choose you, too

Ooh
I can’t help but stay the same
Ooh
I remain true to the name
Of lovers past
Good enough to lose
Good enough to choose you, too

Peace.

Galapogos

Rotten Ideas — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 21:24:31 +0000

Abaixo uma música que eu gosto que estava na minha cabeça nesse minuto…

Ain’t it funny how we pretend we’re still a child
Softly stolen under our blanket skies
And rescue me from me, and all that i believe
I won’t deny the pain
I won’t deny the change
And should i fall from grace here with you
Will you leave me too?

Carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree
And hold me for goodbyes-and whispered lullabyes
And tell me i am still
The man i’m supposed to be
I won’t deny the pain
I won’t deny the change
And should i fall from grace here with you
Will you leave me too?

Too late to turn back now, i’m running out of sound
And i am changing, changing
And if we died right now, this fool you love somehow
Is here with you
I won’t deny the pain
I won’t deny the change
And should i fall from grace here with you
Would you leave me too?