Critical Theory

Flawless is the word with most flaws in this world. Everyone and everything has flaws, sometimes they may be hidden, but they're always there, just look deeply inside or, if it's too obvious, even a blindfolded prick would see those flaws.

Would people like each other if one were fat? Would that ugly boy or girl be liked by youth in general? What if the adults turned into the youth of today and the old people reversed to little babies? I bet that wouldn't be right at all, would it? Maybe not, maybe it would be...who knows? I certainly do not know. I'm nothing better or worse than the average. But there's a difference, I like my life, I enjoy it, I value it, most people don't. That 'most' is the translation for "pathetic fucking people on Earth". The Sun's solitude is huge and dark, even though you see brightness, it will, eventually, end one day. Why does it look like I don't really care about the people in general, about the world, about the madness, about the war, anymore? If I live one day by those contrasts and painful paintings, I wouldn't even survive 24 hours. My heart would start freezing, my brain cells would kill each other, my body shaking, my hands writing with the pen that combines life and death, misery and fortune, happiness and sadness. All shall stop within the righteous timeline and think for one second. If you do something unconscious and outrageous today, you may not be living the next day, you can be just as good as dead...or maybe you'll be rich along with a lovely life.

Now you wonder why am I writing in English when I'm Portuguese? Talvez porque assim o desejo, talvez porque apenas me apetece, talvez porque ninguém tem nada a ver com o que eu faço ou quero fazer. E o que eu quero, é estar contigo meu amor.

When so-called mature and intelligent people are actually living their supposed life, I shall know and answer all of the sudden social questions. Until then, do whatever you morons feel like doing, or maybe don't feel at all, but just leave me and the ones I love out of it. I don't wanna be diagnosed with psychosis because I hunted people in their dreams and nightmares with a knife on my right hand to cut their throat and feel their blood as it flushes to the floor, and all of this because people are so incredibly crazy, they can't even imagine.

Isto é a minha crítica social, e agora, estarei eu louco ao revelar toda a teoria?

Truth Lies Here

He was an abandoned bird full of shame
Recognized by a sweet Being carried by light
Flew dying with harm and no strive
Blocked by darkness and flaming breath

His astonishing bravery magically burnt
Silently magnified prowling
Realistic mind stepped on the fake cry
While oxygen kept solving his existence

The morning angel walking through shallow grieving
A woman's footsteps leaving the past behind
Solely smiling to his meaningful expression
Her envious beauty curses his evil passion

Shadows don't cry your spirit is mine
Like a rainy and stormy day
Breaks the calling fray

The heart of men and women
Accomplished the majestic art of happiness
It broke down while ashing the painful solitude
For once it came back and feared the swans of heaven's lake

Was it really necessary to love, to cry, to suffer?
Was the nightfall just a hidden breakdown?
Yes, all of it was needy to create the unique blessing
Revelations of an extraordinary commitment, passion and love

A fellow youngster raised beneath the powerful sun
Cried for beloved ones waiting for his boundary to relieve
The campfire circled the bodies of a soul
They were the elevation of this world

Shadows don't cry your spirit is mine
Like a rainy and stormy day
Breaks the calling fray

Together the bird became the angel's lover
And finally killed his persuading crow
All he had done was the creation of suffer
Now it's forever buried and the truth lies us through

The last chapter of a burning release
It's the beginning of our truthful actions
With dreams and nightmares believe
We're one with unexplained passions

Shadows don't cry your spirit is mine
Like a rainy and stormy day
Breaks the calling fray