#brazil
Me deixou louco, de voz fico rouco
Eu te disse q minha cor predileta é roxo
Pegou minha paixão e me fez de louco
Tu se acha, mas seu respeito é pouco
Me chama de emocionado
Mas sei q seu corpo foi descarto
Você sabe q eu odeio isso
Tu sempre foi tratada igual lixo
Não sou igual seu ex,
Ele só pensou naquilo
Mas quando sou eu q te quero, nem sou seu abrigo
Me fez de trouxa e me desfiz do meu melhor amigo
A última neurose, me trouxe tosse
Mas quem é errado no final?
Tlvz eu nem veja o próximo Natal
Perdão por te amar de forma irracional
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 9:34 PM UTC
Dawn stretches golden over Guanabara Bay,
sugarloaf rising like a dream in stone.
Waves kiss the shore in samba rhythms,
each tide a whisper from the heart of Brazil.
Birdsong rains from the canopy,
scarlet macaws slicing morning light like brushstrokes.
The rainforest exhales its perfume,
a living mural swaying in greens and golds.
Cobblestone streets hum beneath bare feet,
colors bursting from murals and music.
The air tastes of mango and maracujá,
joy lingers in every sun-soaked laugh.
Ipanema gleams like a string of pearls,
bodies bronzed and basking in euphoria.
Even the breeze dances,
flirting with palms, curling through café songs.
From Lapa’s arches to Christ’s open arms,
the city holds you, wide-eyed, blooming.
And oh, to see Rio not just with eyes
but with your whole soul alight.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC
The bees of Brazil
Their there still
Still the bees
And still the Brazil.
But should they grow ill
The bees of Brazil
Should they grow ill
They'd no longer fulfill
They'd all just be nil.
There'd be no more hunny
It wouldn't be funny
There'd be no more money
It wouldn't be too sunny... anymore.
But today - anyway
They still take their fill
The bees of Brazil
They go where they will
... Until
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
Passamos uma vida, pensando o mesmo,
Presos no tempo, num laço extremo.
Algo que não consiste,
naquilo que a mente insiste.
Algo que desejariam que fosse verdade,
mas a realidade é fria e egoísta.
Nossos próprios pensamentos individualistas,
mas creio eu, alguém que não é nada,
que poucos concordariam com a verdade mista.
Preferem algo mais minimalista,
que faz tudo parecer tão razoável,
de que o mundo é incerto e improvável.
Que nem mesmo poderia ser notável,
a não ser que percebesse que estivesse errado,
mas poucos aceitam o que é amargo e delicado,
mas não é para tal verdade ou mentira
que meu verso será revelado.
Estou querendo dizer
que fico olhando o céu, esperando algo acontecer,
porque me falaram que eu deveria ver uma estrela cadente,
e desde então todos os anos vêm sido dedicados inteiramente.
Minha vida se esgotando a cada dia,
e pensando na estrela cadente que talvez até mim viria,
Porém, se meu tempo tiver sido gasto errado,
minha vida pra sempre teria parado.
Eu viveria por algo que deveria,
e não pelo o que eu queria.
Por isso eu desisti de toda a noite olhar,
mas é engraçado que no final a queda dela eu vi iluminar.
Talvez, apenas talvez, quando aquilo é destinado,
acontecerá independente se seguir pelo caminho errado,
Então viva como quer, porque se for pra ser, vai ser.(ou talvez não,quem disse que eu sei algo?)
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
Me falaram que eu era importante,
Que não queriam me ver distante (mentira, mentira, mentira).
Parem de dizer que não era verdade,
Vocês persistem em dizer com crueldade,
Porque insistem tanto em me atormentar?
E pra que o caos criar?!
(Diversão, diversão, diversão)
Sabe aquele caminho cheio de sorrisos?
Aquele com animais coloridos,
O mesmo que todos estão enxergando.
Eu não estou pirando.
Vocês poderiam parar de gritar?
Estou tentando fazer outras pessoas o caminho enxergar.
(Minta, minta, minta)
O que eu ando fazendo?
Apenas estou escrevendo,
É que chocolate me lembra palavras.
Mordo elas e elas são amargas.
As luzes estão piscando,
Meu corredor está fechando.
Estou me perdendo na confusão,
Minha mão não é minha mão.
Acordei de novo no caminho colorido,
Ele me parece tranquilo,
Agora tem um espelho e uma cachoeira,
Parece uma doideira,
Os dois estão quebrados,
Por algo foram afundados.
Vi uma noiva bonita,
Em seu rosto respingava tinta,
Ela disse que tinha caído,
De um penhasco, eu imagino,
Tive uma alucinação
E o medo me fez prender a respiração.
E quando eu acordei,
Nada novo eu encontrei,
Apenas meu caminho destruído,
E aquele chocolate, agora mordido,
Mas até que o amargor o agradou
E a voz por inteira se deliciou,
Enquanto no espelho e na cachoeira,
Eu cruzava a fronteira.
E com tinta me pintei
Pra disfarçar a loucura que para mim eu inventei.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 6:14 PM UTC
Under this beaten skin
I can see a newer blueprint
Waiting for the ashes
Waiting some more crashes
To wear a new face when it win
They say easy come and easy go
But I think it can't be real, tho
I saw some decent public man in a game show
And if karma is a ***** should we stop to vote?
I am going away with a new disguise
I am warning my friends before someone dies
But the purple drank don't let they realize
We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie
'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize
I see some fake-ass sophists at the morning show
Droping mind over mind like a domino
They could shave up their ***** to look like Foucault
And keep their cynical smile while everyone blows
The comedians were our source of truth
Now they're offering jokes for a pair of fancy shoes
People used to have band shirts, now they have tattoos
We were brilliant, now we are just turning screws
I am going away with a new disguise
I am warning my friends before someone dies
But the purple drank don't let they realize
We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie
'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Sic Itur Ad Astra.
Assim para as estrelas eu viajarei,
Em tempos de luto e perda,
Através das estrelas e galáxias,
Ao calor fugaz do sol,
Sic itur ad astra.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
We are leaving in the morning.
I can feel the press of memory
in the curve of a downward
fold, behind a torn up receipt just
next to the jut of new
roller handles. I feel it
in the coconut drink the park
cafeteria ran out of this afternoon.
The açai you thought I wouldn’t like.
How many unfinished days
are there left scratched into places
tipping over the ends of old maps?
You hand me a snack box (for tomorrow);
tell me to go to bed.
I am afraid Today will spill out
through my yawning–
from my head to the pillow
until there is nothing left, only
our Unfinished set aside for tomorrow
and all the packing we have left to do.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
Beach dress soaked from the rain.
Jumping in puddles with flip-flops while we run to the highest peak.
The high waves, the horizon and the brazilian rain.
I felt like one with the world.
The heavy rain cleansed my body from the salty ocean water.
I wish I could stand there forever,
to just watch the powerful nature work it's magic.
So soaked it felt like my whole body was made of water,
I started to shiver from the cold.
We kept running along the filthy streets.
Splashing ***** water at each other like children.
Lips blue from the cold,
yet I felt a strong fire burning inside me,
more intense than I've ever felt.
All I could think about was how beautiful life is,
it's all about moments like these.
So full of life I knew I'd always treasure the memories from this day.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
Please, may someone save my country?
Save it from the guy that says he would beat up any gay couple he saw kissing
Save it from the guy that says ugly woman don't even deserve to be *****
Save it from the guy that says he approves torture
Save it from the guy that says his son would never date a black woman cause he was raised well
Save it from the guy that says people should be fuzilated
Save it from the guy that says he weakened and for that he had a female child
Save it from the guy that says parents should beat up their kids if they started "acting gay"
Save it from the guy that says it's okay to put rats inside of teen girls' vaginas as a way of punishment
Save it from the guy that says women should be paid less than men
Save it from the guy that says the mistake of the military regime was to torture instead of killing
Above all
Save it from all the people that voted for him
Save it from the 97.290.000 that voted for this man today
Save it, or else I don't what to do
Where to hide
Where to cry
Actually,
Above all
Do not save this country
Just save those people
Those minds capable of agreeing with such terrible things
Save them
And you'll save my country
Save them all, worldwide
And you'll save this planet
Do it otherwise
And we're all dummed
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Our children screams
As loud as they can
Don't shoot them in the face
They are just afraid
Don't look them in the eyes
They are begging for mercy
They don't wanna hide
Our history burns
The anthem is silence
A country with no rules
Where the people are blind
The government hides
The mess and the chaos
There is no life
We lost it waiting in line
Bleeding because of a lost bullet
Screaming for help
But no one hears
Until we die
Until we are silent
The future is dark
We can't see it through the smoke
Our television is rose colored
Always telling lies
And I can't decide
If I fight for this country
Or let it die
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
She.
The girl who catches the eye, like fireflies in the fog,
She.
A majestic mountain, towering over my every thought with clouds of tomorrow,
She.
Fingers like feathers, tickling my heart with a few short strokes,
She.
A smile so free, teeth like ivory keys shining in song, a tongue giving directions,
She.
Unbelievably shadowed by immense rays of fascination, I can't look around her,
She.
So innocent and strong, a face solid with concrete dimples, weighing the world down with her happiness,
She.
Loves me and I her, eyes like sparkling diamonds, hoping that I can be her jeweler, selling my love at half price,
She.
Looks at me with this fierce growl and I stare back with prey-like tendencies,
She.
Is more amazing than a soft winter blizzard, quietly falling over and over again, for me,
She.
Is.
Beautiful.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Luana;
Tinha uma voz doce;
Um cabelo ***** cumprido;
Olhos de ressaca;
Ficava bonita até de batom rosa;
(Odeio, batom rosa).
Mas melhor de tudo;
Foi a mulher mais linda;
Que eu já vi na vida.
Ela não cabe em um livro;
Ela está nos menores frascos;
Até porque,
Neles estão os melhores perfumes.
E como diz aquele velho ditado:
''Secretárias são sensacionais''.
Mas eu,
[Tenho esse erro;
De me apaixonar todo dia;
Sempre pela pessoa errada].
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
I wanted you to be like me.
You wanted me to be you.
It worked for awhile.
But we found our way back..
To the ones we actually are.
That's when it crashed.
Our worlds collided.
It didn't match.
We grew apart again.
But for a brief moment, we were something.
We were glorious.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
I left my heart with a girl from brazil
'you remind me of a tiger'
I thought
as she walked in the bar
she had brown eyes
bronze curves
copper curls
a camera hung from her neck
a denim rucksack on her back
she was an oasis
in the desert of my boredom
a ray of sunshine in my darkness
but was she a miracle
or just a mirage?
only one way to know
and that meant having the ***** to approach her
I reached down between my thighs
to check on the gentlemen.
yep, still there.
so I approached her
and she smiled with great curiosity
as our conversation began
her voice was soft as sand
being washed by waves on the ocean shore
she was like
a walking talking
bossa nova sound track
she was a gift from the favelas
a flower from brazil
and I was drawn to her
like a sad man to a violin
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
No meu corpo
eu silencio as dores do passado,
escondo as cicatrizes da minha história
e guardo os sentimentos de minha jornada.
Ser como sou,
vestir-se como me visto,
falar como falo,
andar como ando,
viver como eu vivo.
São apenas vestígios que deixaram-me
ao longo do tempo.
Abusos.
Agressões.
Violências.
Ser submetida a ser submissa.
Ser jogada de cantos em cantos.
Ser tratada como lixo.
Ser menosprezada.
Ser dada como burra e ignorante.
Querer ser o que sempre fui.
Querer ser algo que não me deixaram ser.
Ser como "eles"?!
Não podia.
Hoje...
Hoje sou quem eu quiser.
Não sofro e nem me fazem sofrer.
O peso que levo em meus ombros são meus,
mas não dói.
Tenho orgulho.
E hoje sou LIVRE,
sou FORTE,
sou GRANDE,
sou MULHER.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC