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Stop breathing I'm trying to get some sleep Stop breathing allow me to repeat Keep breathing I guess it would disturb Keep breathing the road is getting long Maybe I will find you in another place Maybe I will find you with somebody else Keep breathing life is hard to play Keep breathing we haven't find the way Stop breathing this game it makes no sense Stop breathing Maybe I will find you in another place Maybe I will find you with somebody else The things that they said us The things that we run off Though we try to move over After all that we saw The stage is clear, the view is soft But it's so cold, warm enough The game is set, and too much players again, And here we are, in front of them again Keep breathing, I'm glad to see you back Keep breathing I thought we would give up Stop breathing their eyes will catch our soul Stop breathing their ears will break our mind Keep breathing and join the carrousel Stop breathing pretend a pantomine Keep breathing today we woke up blue Stop breathing perhaps we lay down dark Keep breathing I'm trying to get some sleep Stop breathing allow me to repeat Keep breathing and join the carrousel Stop breathing And dark, and blue, and again Maybe I will find you in another place Maybe I will find you with somebody else Keep breathing I'm trying to get some sleep Stop breathing allow me to repeat Keep breathing this game it makes no sense Stop breathing Maybe I will find you in another place Maybe I will find you with somebody else

The Gift

Sabes, às vezes dói-me a boca, ou a pele, tanto faz, e as madrugadas tornam-se frias. E mesmo quando as tuas mãos vêm ao meu encontro, a memória do caos e da dor insiste em permanecer, cruel, solitária, a lembrar-me o medo e o desespero das horas vazias. E choro. E se finalmente adormeço no calor dos teus braços, fica-me a sensação de te ter amado tão pouco.

Sentir-me assim...

Give me please five minutes of everything
Those days when you wake up
And there's no one by your side
My arm slides slowly to my left side
And to my right side, there's no one there
To kiss you or to hear you
And you go out of bed
Thinking in those days that you need
You used to talk and talk about
And everything that stops your attention
You used to talk, talk about
Everything
Those days when you walk at the bar
And try to keep a conversation with somebody else
And no one out there you could sit down or walk
There's no one there.
Five minutes of love
Five minutes of hate
Five minutes I try to call your name
Five minutes of passion
And no one knows the right place to go
No meaning or just self-control maybe
And you walk out of there
You need to talk with somebody else
And to know the problems are waiting for
Outside the door
Are waiting for
The clock won't stop
And even if it stops
Five minutes of love
Five minutes of hate
Five minutes I try to call your name
Of passion
Five minutes of everything
Of everything
Maybe you want to talk about old questions
Right next to my ear
But I don't care about those silly things
Cause all I need is five minutes of everything

The Gift

O Tempo II

Tinhas os olhos vítreos e o suor escorria-te pela testa. As pernas estavam secas, do medo. Olhavas-me, como se sofresses. Tinham passado três anos desde que te decidiras a fazer a tua viagem. Para mim, tinha passado um século; e isso tu parecias não compreender. As noites em claro, as lágrimas sufocadas pela almofada, olhar o tecto escuro durante horas à procura de uma explicação para o fim do nosso amor. Regressaste num dia solarengo, com um monte de fotografias, muitas histórias para contar e um sorriso nos lábios. Esperavas o meu abraço, mas ele não veio. Esperavas uma festa, música e flores pela casa, talvez até a minha disponibilidade. Suponho que sempre imaginaste que eu não tinha vida para além de ti ou que eu te iria amar para sempre, mesmo que tu nunca me amasses.Mas nunca é demasiado tempo, mesmo para quem ama, sobretudo para quem fica.
Sempre foste um porco egoísta.

O Tempo

Há o momento em que estás dentro de mim
e o instante em que desejo que estejas dentro de mim
e a fracção de segundo em que estes dois tempos se esbatem.