[Friday, February 17, 2006]
Tem Dezessete anos e fugiu de casa
Às sete horas na manhã do dia errado
Levou na bolsa umas mentiras pra contar
Deixou pra trás os pais e namorado
Um passo sem pensar
Um outro dia, um outro lugar.
Pelo caminho garrafas e cigarros
Sem amanhã por diversão roubava carros
Era Ana Paula agora é Natalia
Usa salto quinze e saia de borracha
Um passo sem pensar
Um outro dia, um outro lugar.
O mundo vai acabar
Ela só quer dançar
O mundo vai acabar
Ela só quer dançar, dançar, dançar.
Pneus de carros cantam
Thuru, Thuru, Thuru, Thuru
Tem sete vidas
Mas ninguém sabe de nada
Carteira falsa com idade adulterada
O vento sopra enquanto ela dorme
Desaparece antes que alguém acorde
Um passo sem pensar
Um outro dia, um outro lugar.
Cabelo verde, tatuagem no pescoço.
Um rosto novo, um corpo feito pro pecado.
A vida é bela o paraíso comprimido
Qualquer balaco ilegal ou proibido
Written by Nat
* 8:34 PM
[Friday, February 10, 2006]
It's been a while since I haven't posted anything.
Even a longer while since I haven't posted something originally mine.
Fine.
I'll do it your way.
Why can't we go back to the 50's?
I wouldn't mind being like that,
it would be fun!
So much for the feminist look, eh?
Maybe it was better.
I think I'd like to try.
And if you don't understand,
I don't care,
As long as you consider it.
What would be of art
If it wasn't subjective?
Like it, love it, need it.
Or hate it, it won't change the facts.
Thank you for your time,
No one.
I appreciate the thought of writing to myself.
Over and out.
Written by Nat
* 1:06 PM
It's been a while since I haven't posted anything.
Even a longer while since I haven't posted something originally mine.
Fine.
I'll do it your way.
Why can't we go back to the 50's?
I wouldn't mind being like that,
it would be fun!
So much for the feminist look, eh?
Maybe it was better.
I think I'd like to try.
And if you don't understand,
I don't care,
As long as you consider it.
What would be of art
If it wasn't subjective?
Like it, love it, need it.
Or hate it, it won't change the facts.
Thank you for your time,
No one.
I appreciate the thought of writing to myself.
Over and out.
Written by Nat
* 1:06 PM
[Monday, January 30, 2006]
Say anything, save everything
If we say nothing this love will die
Give me just one word,
you can scream or whisper
If you want to stay with me,
tell me why
Say anything
It's not the words aren't there
but they'd only fail my emotions
Just want to feel this way without
chaining you down to some old cliche
You want water in my hands
and we stand waist deep in the ocean
It's bigger than the sea, it won't let me
Say just anything,
because I feel everything
I'd rather say nothing
than the same old lines
I think I give you more,
something there's no words for
You don't have to hear me
to feel me trying
To say anything
I know you try but
sometimes I still want to hear it
Even when the waters calm
but lately it's just when there's
something wrong
Why can't we splash around
and hold on to that playful spirit
Oh like we used to do
and won't you
Say anything,
save everything
If we say nothing
this love will die
Give me just one word,
you can scream or whisper
If you want to stay with me
tell me why
Say anything
This love is true
Even if you
Call it by a different name
And it's still the same, so we'll
Say anything, feel everything
I want to be with you
so this love can fly
We'll hang on every word
and we'll scream, we'll whisper
This moment is waiting
for you and I
Say anything
Say anything..
Over and out.
Written by Nat
* 11:46 PM
[Saturday, January 28, 2006]
(This is for Hannah and Fe. I really don't know why, but I just see their names written all over this poem. If I ever get to write one about Winter and Fall, like the people from AllPoetry asked me to, I'll jot it down here too... P.S.: This one's really by me, it's called Summer and April.)
Daisies and sunshine.
She strolled down the valley
Of golden wheat.
April was there.
A princess,
A servant.
She smiled.
Sunshine and daisies.
That's all she needed
To grin at life.
Summer was there.
So peaceful,
So sudden.
She smiled.
Summer and April,
Sisters at heart.
Written by Nat
* 11:36 AM
[Saturday, January 21, 2006]
Seing as the "present-receiving" season is gone, and I no longer need a wishlist for a while, here it is:
1) A Veggie Tales Bible cover
2) A record player (and a few nice records, of course)
3) An internet domain
4) A whiteboard
5) A metal mug (The kind you get in camps!)
6) A teletransporter
7) A doll house
8) A tree house
9) A house
10) A tamborine
11) Tamborine lessons
12) Inspiration
13) A graduation (I've never had one...)
14) A beach house in Rio (Av. Atlantica or better... I won't settle for just anything! :P)
15) My own rave
16) Longer weekends
17) A kitten
18) A star named after me
19) An olympic medal
20) Wooly black knee socks
21) A single, long stem rose
22) Summer Madness (yes, I want IT!)
23) Leopard ears (The headband kind, like in Josie and the Pussycats)
24) A golden membership in AllPoetry & Fotolog
25) A dedication
26) A song
27) A letter from the Queenie thanking me for bringing peace, joy, and dniness to her pretty country
28) The ability to sing a perfect soprano
29) A robot that sings like Jorge Vercilo
30) SkyGloves that actually work
31) A time machine
32) Breakfast in bed (everyday!)
33) A waterslide
34) The key to the city
35) A medieval dress
36) Ocasions to wear a medieval dress in
37) A castle
38) A pet blue butterfly
39) An apple a day
40) Aslan
41) A mango
42) A stage in my living room
43) A living room big enough to fit a stage in
44) Bands to play on stage
45) China (the country, of course)
46) Endless simolians (Sim money)
47) A place I can call my own (Natalopolis!)
48) The power to glow in the dark!
49) Fire alarms that work properly
50) A perfect British accent
51) Comments on my post...
Over and out.
Written by Nat
* 10:42 PM
[Monday, January 16, 2006]
Confidence up, confidence down,
Act like an angel, look like a clown.
Changing your mind, changing it back,
A quick recipe for a heart attack.
Smile at your blunders, laugh at my own.
This isn't right, I should be at home.
Under the duvet, safe from attack,
Changing your mind, changing it back.
Accident prone, but never you worry,
I'll tell you when you should leave in a hurry.
Making up ground for the sense that I lack.
Changing your mind, changing it back.
I've done it again; proven my reputation.
Is this sorrow or is it elation?
Statements once given I cannot retract,
Changing your mind, changing it back.
The notice I earn is diluted with patience,
The smiles that I give are the scorns I receive.
While I hold my breath and count to one hundred,
You'll tell me a tale I am sure to believe.
Fanciful feelings hiding a fool,
A cog that's not turning, a bottomless pool.
Lend me what's common, of which you've a stack.
Then I'll change your mind and I won't change it back.
Written by Nat
* 1:53 PM
