- Beyond.

I could think of something cliche
Like promise you the world
But the truth always come from my eyes
Like a photography
Inside my mind
Some things come and go
But you know
You're rare, girl
Destabilizing my sight
This bond
Wandering at the night
You know, we will find
Our own way
Across and beyond
Too far with this burning love.

- Green.

The sound of your whisperings
Deep inside my thoughts
Low is the tone
Of the voice of a loved one
Tick tock
Something to remind me
The little things
We lost on the roads
And the big things
That we find around the world
As my dreams
Bright eyes
Like I'd never saw before
If I could take you to the sea
I'd make you feel
That sometimes
Just a bit
Is good enough
And the sweet things
Are never enough.

- Bored.

Like a deep coma

My days passes

Like a wave

They come and go

And nothing makes difference

They say I look happy

But they know I’m just depressed

I tried to make a song

And I already made ten

Still trying to figure out

Why I did this?

If the one who I want to sing it

Is not here

Why I did this?

If I know no one will hear it

And even if there's someone

Even with everything on my hands

Even if someone hear my song

I will still be bored

Because, you know

My boredom is called depression.

And doesn't matter what I do

And doesn't matter what you do

And doesn't matter where I am

And you can be by my side

And we could be bored together

Because, you know

I know the things

And I know suicide is not a choice

Not even an option

So my only option is to be bored.

- No.

What is this deeper meaning?

I know inside of me things won’t work

I guess we live in different worlds

Trying to surpass

I’ll hide this feelings

Deep inside of me

I know we would never survive

This kind of things

Inside our brand new world

I’ll get my heart broke

Just one more time

To see if there’s still hope.

- Alone.

We’re dancing alone

Slowly, surrending

Listen to our broken bones

We’re slowly freezing

Listen to our hearts beating

Isn’t something missing?

It could be a milestone

Or just a corner

We could just dance alone

Like something would never come

We’re all by ourselves

Like hiding in our shells

For now

We can dance alone

Together by ourselves.

- Sopro.

De que adianta conquistar a liberdade
Se ela está repleta de solidão?
Se todas as memórias fossem descartadas
O que restaria?
Separando corpo e mente
O que restaria?
De que adianta conquistar seu ideal
Se nenhum dia é igual
De que adiantaria viver como em um festival
Se a vida é um sopro
Sem todo esse desespero
O que restaria?
Se em outro lugar
Em sua própria linha do tempo
Eu fosse encontrar
Tudo aquilo que deixei passar
O que restaria?
Se a vida é um sopro de sangue
Se me retirassem a dor
O que me restaria?

- Interrogação.

Nada é tão profundo

Tudo que foi borrado

No meu famigerado mundo

Um estresse que se repete

Quando eu vou ver o amanhã?

Os dias se arrastam e derretem como a chuva fraca

O Sol parece tão pálido quanto a Lua

E eu continuo contemplando

Os minutos cortantes como uma faca

Às vezes a realidade é tão crua

Desaparecendo, como se me deixasse nua

Despedaçando, no completo vácuo

Desde quando o passado existe?

Eu me pergunto

Com os olhos fechados

Eu me pergunto

Há quanto tempo estou aqui?

Contemplando a escuridão

Mais uma vez

Eu me pergunto

Por quanto tempo ainda ficarei aqui?