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A Menina que Chorava Sangue: De mãos dadas
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12 de abril de 2012. A noite ainda nem vai alta. E já a Solidão se senta comigo. Aqui à beira da cama, calada. A dar a mão à minha alma. Namora com o Desespero. Que se fez de meu inquilino. Já nem recordo quando. Deitado a fitar o tecto. Vejo três mundos além. Daquele em creio estar. E em nenhum deles tu estás. A soma dos meus medos. Naquela janela de betão. Sempre de mão dada. A cama já é uma valeta. Sou um homem velho e mau. Ou uma criança partida. Uma engrenagem virada louca. Um belo naco de nada.
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A Menina que Chorava Sangue: Cárie
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21 de novembro de 2013. Como uma canção que me habituei a murmurar. Que tenho gosto em inalar. Que nem expresso em esgares. Um dente podre num sorriso bonito. És o espaço vazio na minha cama. Que sonho em abraçar. Que se espalho debaixo da pele. Como uma perfeita doença. Que não quero curar. Chorada por Vincent DeVille. No dia da Graça do Senhor de:. Quinta-feira, novembro 21, 2013. Enviar a mensagem por e-mail. Dê a sua opinião! Subscrever: Enviar comentários (Atom). Para a minha mãe.
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A Menina que Chorava Sangue: Cão
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7 de julho de 2012. Como se bafejado pelo infortúnio. A rua escorrega-me dos pés. E o mundo escorre-me pela pele. Os braços abertos em derrota. Gritam por mim o teu nome. Ecos estilhaçados pelos prédios. Correm selvagens para o cérebro. Que em jeito de malvadez os urdiu. Se devagar corro devo-o. Ao peso da tua memória. À imensidão do teu sorriso. Os passos ritmam a melodia. Dessa cantiga que não quero. Ouvir ou tocar ou cheirar. Se poder nem ver quero. As trinta e duas pérolas. Se me doem as feridas.
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A Menina que Chorava Sangue: Ismael
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4 de dezembro de 2011. Chorada por Vincent DeVille. No dia da Graça do Senhor de:. Domingo, dezembro 04, 2011. Enviar a mensagem por e-mail. Dê a sua opinião! Subscrever: Enviar comentários (Atom). Para a minha mãe. Dois tostões e uma carcaça. Vincent DeVille @ DeviantArt. Para sempre perdido, maravilhado e desiludido pela vida, segue um caminho que não é certo. Escreve para se sentir melhor. Ver o meu perfil completo. Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici. Modelo Simples. Com tecnologia do Blogger.
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The girl who lied: No one there.
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Monday, September 14, 2009. And so she clawed. Herself down the ladder. Till she hit a whisper. And sang the child goodnight. Drop after drop,. She Listens the quiet. Of her crushed essence. She hears a shadow. Out of her excursion. She once was on. The ground so low. Her road yet to lose. How I Touch You:. Deep and dark. Really love you! To those who matter.
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The girl who lied: Spirit
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Sunday, October 11, 2009. I can’t breathe. The night casts dims rays of. Streetlights onto my bedroom walls. Silhouettes frozen in every corner of the room. A coward under my bed, I hear but the faint voices from somewhere deep in the city. And everything falls around me. I say Sir, spare some change for a broken soul. How I Touch You:. To those who matter.
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The girl who lied: Two little Demons
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Saturday, November 22, 2008. Glass eyes, born, every time I wake,. While the endless rain knocks above my head. As I turn to my left, the dreams were fake,. What’s left is the nightmare, once off my bed. Two strangers in this world, two lunatics that have met,. Why did you have to go, it can’t ever be re-set. I hold my breath, what a foolish game,.
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The girl who lied: Dirty
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Thursday, October 22, 2009. 7pm get up on my side,. With nothing left to hide,. Living in a small mind. I lived a dull life-line. Down, I hit the water on hot,. Touching me as if it was taught. Undertone I hear my name,. As I revolt against the game. It must be me on the screen,. I belong on the scene,. I want to be sought,. I want to be bought,.
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The girl who lied: Smoky Avenues
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Sunday, January 24, 2010. They say we are one of many,. That we live multiple lives. They say we are never the same,. But always travel by lies. They say we live in fear,. That one day we will forget. That the only lie worth living,. Has turned out to be regret. They say we are all worthless,. That no one has a soul. They say we wonder the streets,. View my...
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The girl who lied: Mania
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. Let me lie here next to you,. Let me lie here next to You. For I, shall show my love True. Time, running fast anew,. Once before, we did pursue. Past my eyes away you flew,. No, a lie, it was not through! You, eternally mine, were too,. Cast, suddenly out of the blue,. How, Now aggression flew,. Back to front, I passed the queue,.
