My greatest poem
is the one I got from my parents.
My name.
One from my mother,
One from my father.
Ramana its the princess of an old movie + h to write it beautifully
And Manhã is the word for morning, it came from a song
The song says
Morning so beautiful morning | Manhã tão bonita manhã
From a happy day that has come | De um dia feliz que chegou
The sun in the sky has risen | O sol no céu surgiu
And in every color shone | E em cada cor brilhou
The dream has returned, then, | Voltou o sonho, então,
To the heart. | Ao coração.
[...]
After this happy day | Depois deste dia feliz
I don't know | Eu não sei
If another day will come | Se outro dia haverá
It's our morning, | É nossa manhã,
So beautiful at last | Tão bela afinal
Carnival Morning. | Manhã de Carnaval.
And coincidentally I was born in february, Brazil's carnival month
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
When I talk about death
I'm not saying that I'll rush
When I talk about hardship
I don't mean that I can't overcome
When I talk about love
I don't think it'll solve my problems
So don't get your conclusions over me.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
What should I do?
Just do.
Do what?
What I'm suposted to do.
Even if I don't want to?
You(I) don't have a choice.
And if I keep lingering on it and never actually progress?
You(I)'ll still have to do it later on.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
I should stop
Paying attention to meaningless things
I rather stop
Caring about things that ain't real
I should start
Bringing myself to see the universe
I rather start
Spending time with the real me
I guess tonight it will rain
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
I might say I don't need it
when all I wanted was it.
But getting it is so hard that
I grew not caring in owning it.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
Like a sunflower
I must face to the sun
Like a sunflower
I must let myself grow
While I'm not a sunflower
I'm attached to the ground
Plants that can't grow
End up rotting themselves
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
I'm feeling very gay
I'm feeling like a boy
And I'm very gay
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
I'm under a heavy storm
Yet all you can see is me standing like a cornerstone
But I'm actually made of salt
And I'm melting
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC