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colddistance Feb 2015
O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,
  Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
  When wearied on my little wing;
How I *** mourn when it was torn         
  By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I *** sing on wanton wing
  When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd.

O gin my Love were yon red rose
  That grows upon the castle wa',   
And I mysel a drap o' dew,
  Into her bonnie breast to fa';
O there, beyond expression blest,
  I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
  Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light.
Robert Burns. 1759–1796
colddistance Dec 2014
Após um ano desde escrevi aqui pela ultima vez, notei a imensa e,
acima de tudo,
mais profunda mudança no que eu poderia chamar de
ego.
Ache uma personalidade para promover, uma própria.
Promova essa personalidade.
Além do mais, eu nunca estive tão feliz e nunca,
em toda a história da minha vida,
aconteceu tanto quanto nesse ultimo ano.
Encontrei enquanto tentava não me perder,
a feiticeira que me aparou antes que eu caísse.
A caldeira que eu incendiaria até que minha chama acabasse.
E lhes conto que ninguém pode ensinar o que é a liberdade.
Bem vindos ao paradoxo.
Embora não possa dizer que
rompi a gaiola que nos toma àquilo de onde viemos,
consegui enxergar através.
E é muito confortável, poder sentir
o pássaro que voa além da gaiola
dormindo no meu peito.
colddistance Dec 2013
I realised I've been lost when she told me:
"Today I met a guy. I compared him with you and then I was sad because he wasn’t even half this stunning as you are. I still think of you. You are still in my head"
She's as lost as I am.
colddistance Nov 2013
"Lady L, let your soul be free
You closed your eyes
And you wouldn't see, girl
The only one who could
Ease your pain was me

As I ride on my horse
Through the countryside
I said come on, Lady L
Let me give you a ride

But as I pulled the reigns
Of my horse
You pulled the reigns
Of your soul
I'm outta control!

Couldn't see through
A thick cloud of smoke
You held my heart
Now it's ****** and broken
Is your green army jacket
Keepin' you warm tonight?

We live in a world
Of teachers and tests
I take my comfort
In your silky breast
And you'e the one
Askin' me what's next

Your yellow eyes
Are cold as stone
I phoned your heart
There was nobody home
What are you gonna do
When you're all alone?"
colddistance Jun 2013
You lead me to this rite
Reading your soul, a song that I should write.
Running time, light your bright.
Through the beauty in your eye,
my flesh in your bite just by wisdom of your right,
knowing that you make me feel just high as the sky,
hoping I may be your knight.
colddistance Nov 2012
I used to think that my existence could
somehow interfere in the course of this planet
Could the world be world without me?
School will probably **** anyway.
The slavery of the humanity
by massive consumism would remain stronger than my existence.
Women would continue to be disrespected by men,
who have nothing but fear of grace.
But perhaps people lives would be better without my existence.
I wonder if the girl I love, or people who I have seen would be happier.
Or if mom and dad would love each other.
I like to think that we build the world as we like.
So my conclusion is that;
The world would still be as it is. Existence is overrated
colddistance Oct 2012
Eu tenho esse medo constante;
Essa paranoia demandante;
Que eu sou uma pessoa pra se abandonar;
Logo, eu percebo que não há ninguém em nenhum lugar.

Mãos frias;
olhos cansados;
taciturno;
Sonhos conturbados.

Ninguém sabe de nada.
Sou um pedaço de carne;
Numa multidão carnívoros.
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