21 de fev. de 2011





Consoada 
 

Quando a Indesejada das gentes chegar
(Não sei se dura ou caroável),
talvez eu tenha medo.
Talvez sorria, ou diga:
- Alô, iniludível!
O meu dia foi bom, pode a noite descer.
(A noite com os seus sortilégios.)
Encontrará lavrado o campo, a casa limpa,
A mesa posta,
Com cada coisa em seu lugar. 



Manuel Bandeira

14 de fev. de 2011

Esquerdo

Espero que não seja necessário, mas se não conseguir compreender, vire a cabeça de lado... para o esquerdo.

8 de fev. de 2011

The Phantom Agony



I can’t see you, I can’t hear you
Do you still exist?

I can’t feel you, I can’t touch you,
Do you exist?

The Phantom Agony

I can’t taste you, I can’t think of you,
Do we exist at all?

[II. Between hope and despair]

The future doesn’t pass
And the past won’t overtake the present
All that remains is an obsolete illusion

We are afraid of all the things that could not be
A phantom agony

Do we dream at night
Or do we share the same old fantasy?
I am a silhouette of the persen wandering in my dreams

Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
We’re all sadists

The age-old development of consciousness
Drives us away from the essence of life
We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
They fade away

What’s the point of life
And what’s the meaning if we all die in the end?
Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?

Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
We’re all pessimists

Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me
What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony

[III. Nevermore]

The lucidity of my mind has been revealde in new dreams
I am able to travel where my heart goes
In search of self-realisation

This is the way to escape from our agitation
And develop ourselves
Use your illusion and enter my dream...


Epica

12 de jan. de 2011

Anemonia - Enchanting Melodies

Anemonia - Enchanting Melodies

Beyond desertic fields of ice
Monstrous winds claim for their homeland
Defied, everything that stands still
Is hit by the cold in their hearts
Sung is this desolating
Victory, by the dead trees and the
Troubling choirs of tortured wind
Enchanting melodies of the Dark
Beyond the magnanimity
Of white snow’s claimed purple gardens
One grand crystal palace was built
Symbol of the ruling of death
Hidden in a crystalline room
Stands the only living flower
Trapped in a magic box of the

5 de jan. de 2011

Dies Irae




Dies irae
Dies irae
Dies irae

Quando judex
Quando judex
Est venturus
Quantus tremor
Est futurus

Dies irae, Dies irae
Libera me domine
Dies irae, Dies irae
Solvet saeculum in favilla
Dies irae, Dies irae

Mors stupebit et natura
Cum resurget creatura

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Domine

Dies irae, solvet saeculum
Dies irae, ave domine
Deo cunta stricte disccussurus


Autumn Tears, Dies Irae