guilherme-coutinho - Hello Poetry

In my hands, your touch In my stare, the disire In my mouth, all of it! Just a kiss... original in portuguese Nas mãos, o toque No olhar, o desejo Na boca, tudo! Só um beijo...

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

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Simple like this (Simples assim)

In my hands, your touch In my stare, the disire In my mouth, all of it! Just a kiss... original in portuguese Nas mãos, o toque No olhar, o desejo Na boca, tudo! Só um beijo...

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One day I sat down listening To one of your songs Just waiting for the man to come And then in the other day I refused to go onboard that ship Cap didn't seem very well to lead me somewhere Some years had gone Some new songs had come Some new exciting feelings too One day I got up to go to the zoo But there were warnings "Do not feed the animals" I don't mind, I don't care Certainly it was a lovely day Spending with your records in my ears The other day I saw my face And hated myself, I've wished I was someone else, a better person Someone good, like I always thought you were But as dreams come true Nightmares does too I would really apreciate If you had an imortal body To never listen what I have listened On that sunday evening... Lou is gone

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC

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Lou Reed is dead

One day I sat down listening To one of your songs Just waiting for the man to come And then in the other day I refused to go onboard that ship Cap didn't seem very well to lead me somewhere Some years had gone Some new songs had come Some new exciting feelings too One day I got up to go to the zoo But there were warnings "Do not feed the animals" I don't mind, I don't care Certainly it was a lovely day Spending with your records in my ears The other day I saw my face And hated myself, I've wished I was someone else, a better person Someone good, like I always thought you were But as dreams come true Nightmares does too I would really apreciate If you had an imortal body To never listen what I have listened On that sunday evening... Lou is gone

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Today I listened to a song that I first listen to it when I was 16... some verses that I never noticed that they were there. The lyrics are a little bit different from the studio album because it's from a recorded tape in a show on 1969... Lou Reed was a amazing person, writer, guitar player and unique! "(...) Lisa says on a night like this It would be so nice if you give me a kiss And Lisa says that you just want a little smile And I sit next to you for a little while (...) And Lisa says that you must be a funny kind of guy Wait allways staring at the sky Lisa says... And now that you are next to me I just get so upset, why am I so shy? Those good times, they just seem to pass me by Lisa says (...)"

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC

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From a Lou Reed's Song

Today I listened to a song that I first listen to it when I was 16... some verses that I never noticed that they were there. The lyrics are a little bit different from the studio album because it's from a recorded tape in a show on 1969... Lou Reed was a amazing person, writer, guitar player and unique! "(...) Lisa says on a night like this It would be so nice if you give me a kiss And Lisa says that you just want a little smile And I sit next to you for a little while (...) And Lisa says that you must be a funny kind of guy Wait allways staring at the sky Lisa says... And now that you are next to me I just get so upset, why am I so shy? Those good times, they just seem to pass me by Lisa says (...)"

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the time is crawling awaked in a painful dream in this eternal dawn inside a spiral i'm still sinking under a senselessness life wondering the smell of death pretending i'm still living but not alive, actually the time is running slipping through the maturity drying the skin that covers a portion of meat that one day will stink before feed some worms and maggots that probably ignore the fact that they're alive

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC

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senselessness life

the time is crawling awaked in a painful dream in this eternal dawn inside a spiral i'm still sinking under a senselessness life wondering the smell of death pretending i'm still living but not alive, actually the time is running slipping through the maturity drying the skin that covers a portion of meat that one day will stink before feed some worms and maggots that probably ignore the fact that they're alive

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Just like some spell You spell the word l-o-v-e You spell the word m-e You spell them out Right on my ears You spell your feelings out Slightly hidden through these years My hands softly slide down on your cheeks Under a spell A l-o-v-e m-e spell I Inflate my lungs And blow And breath And tell Tell you My spell I spell y-o-u A l-o-v-e m-e spell The same way You did it to me by Antonia van Haas

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC

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Just like some spell

Just like some spell You spell the word l-o-v-e You spell the word m-e You spell them out Right on my ears You spell your feelings out Slightly hidden through these years My hands softly slide down on your cheeks Under a spell A l-o-v-e m-e spell I Inflate my lungs And blow And breath And tell Tell you My spell I spell y-o-u A l-o-v-e m-e spell The same way You did it to me by Antonia van Haas

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Bury the body This is over There ain't no party Life has gone Nothing else to be shown No more things to be done Throw the roses Smash up the clay There's no more reasons To be, to feel or to stay Give up the fight Everything went dark It's gone, there's no more light Take this last drink Life isn't the way you thought It is not the way It's not the end But it's the only and lonely Sad reason to finish this season “Break my body and hold my bones” (1) Break the glass and get into... Through the end, Till the grave (1) - a verse from Pixies song 'Break My Body'

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC

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Till the grave

Bury the body This is over There ain't no party Life has gone Nothing else to be shown No more things to be done Throw the roses Smash up the clay There's no more reasons To be, to feel or to stay Give up the fight Everything went dark It's gone, there's no more light Take this last drink Life isn't the way you thought It is not the way It's not the end But it's the only and lonely Sad reason to finish this season “Break my body and hold my bones” (1) Break the glass and get into... Through the end, Till the grave (1) - a verse from Pixies song 'Break My Body'

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I'll wait some more But sometimes I think to myself What for? I'll ask why And then explain the reasons For these stains, These chains. Sometimes it hurts I don't recall Some other times it rips I don't feel anymore I'll ask why And then forget the reasons For these chains, These stains.

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Oct 30, 2013

Oct 30, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC

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CHAINED

I'll wait some more But sometimes I think to myself What for? I'll ask why And then explain the reasons For these stains, These chains. Sometimes it hurts I don't recall Some other times it rips I don't feel anymore I'll ask why And then forget the reasons For these chains, These stains.

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and the sun have waited all day long better to say the sun had wasted all the day wating for the night to come to feel and see what it would never can the beauty of the dark and the silence of the night at the other hand it lended its brightness to a full pale moon that happily sees the sun and the light the day and the night the light and the dark but shamefully hides one of its faces the scary one the bruised one surely that one which really needs the light

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Oct 27, 2013

Oct 27, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC

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shamed moon

and the sun have waited all day long better to say the sun had wasted all the day wating for the night to come to feel and see what it would never can the beauty of the dark and the silence of the night at the other hand it lended its brightness to a full pale moon that happily sees the sun and the light the day and the night the light and the dark but shamefully hides one of its faces the scary one the bruised one surely that one which really needs the light

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we are all in a boat and it’s called life we lived our lives separated life tore us apart neither love nor hate life did this to us we are all writing some poems anyone, anywhere, anytime verses are in line strophes are leaving and poetry is the holy hole inside this boat that make us sink like a rock and saves us from our weird nature and from unwanted salvation

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC

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ALL ENDS IN A POEM

we are all in a boat and it’s called life we lived our lives separated life tore us apart neither love nor hate life did this to us we are all writing some poems anyone, anywhere, anytime verses are in line strophes are leaving and poetry is the holy hole inside this boat that make us sink like a rock and saves us from our weird nature and from unwanted salvation

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These words So clear to me These feelings No meaning to me Now I see Your words Simple like tears As crystal, clear Seeing this blue Deeper than mine From where drops Some words of pleasure Of health, your words Over this line Make me feel I, me, mine These doubts Some verses don't shout Spell these tears Spit on my fears Your words... This clear This tear In line My life *first published on 2011/19/12 http://umdiaescrevomais.blogspot.com.br/2011/12/clear-words.html*

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Oct 15, 2013

Oct 15, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC

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Clear words

These words So clear to me These feelings No meaning to me Now I see Your words Simple like tears As crystal, clear Seeing this blue Deeper than mine From where drops Some words of pleasure Of health, your words Over this line Make me feel I, me, mine These doubts Some verses don't shout Spell these tears Spit on my fears Your words... This clear This tear In line My life *first published on 2011/19/12 http://umdiaescrevomais.blogspot.com.br/2011/12/clear-words.html*

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