Porque agora sei,
que começar poemas com porque é puro peso-ausente,
como é difícil carregar essa vida,
e essa dor todo mundo já sabe,
não há marte que nos mate de paixão,
ramificação demais pra essas correntes,
é aquela escrota vontade,
que só homem-uísque-velho sabe,
mas de vaidade,
a gente vai idade,
nessa cidade,
que todo mundo é de oxum,
outros são de ninguém.
Matheus Carmo
quarta-feira, 30 de julho de 2014
domingo, 20 de julho de 2014
Nota #1
Pessoas,
elas estão enchendo o ego com pouca farinha,
perdendo amizade por pouca besteira,
prometendo beber menos e estudarem mais
Este é um caso não reciclável, menino sabichão.
Matheus Carmo
elas estão enchendo o ego com pouca farinha,
perdendo amizade por pouca besteira,
prometendo beber menos e estudarem mais
Este é um caso não reciclável, menino sabichão.
Matheus Carmo
quarta-feira, 9 de julho de 2014
Almost a man, almost the end.
It's so hard to make poems about the end,
and make the end our best friend,
Obviously, it doesn't plan
Easily, we don't believe that it must be insane.
The end is coming so fast,
and so, we have to enjoy the rest,
listening to jazz, which is being played in the West,
and at last, my stress was the guest
Like a bird which can fly away,
my way 'play' as the end pay,
Run away n' say: ok!
It's the way that the end come and stay
Do it over to don't forget
cuz my words may be fat,
as my pride, as when I bet,
as the little seven lives of a cat.
Against and again wrote a man,
made by a strong pain and his pen,
spending the felling in his vein at ten,
all the end in vain if we are not prepared to be men.
Matheus Carmo
and make the end our best friend,
Obviously, it doesn't plan
Easily, we don't believe that it must be insane.
The end is coming so fast,
and so, we have to enjoy the rest,
listening to jazz, which is being played in the West,
and at last, my stress was the guest
Like a bird which can fly away,
my way 'play' as the end pay,
Run away n' say: ok!
It's the way that the end come and stay
Do it over to don't forget
cuz my words may be fat,
as my pride, as when I bet,
as the little seven lives of a cat.
Against and again wrote a man,
made by a strong pain and his pen,
spending the felling in his vein at ten,
all the end in vain if we are not prepared to be men.
Matheus Carmo
terça-feira, 8 de julho de 2014
Obedece quem tem juízo
Quando se mora em uma casa a qual não é você quem paga as contas, não há Eça de Queiroz.
Matheus Carmo
Matheus Carmo
sexta-feira, 4 de julho de 2014
A class about appreciation's modal verb
- I'd like to watch a concert of artists, and or, bands which are still alive and has my respect like: Paul McCartney, Led Z., Rolling S., AC/DC, Deep Purple, etc.
- I must watch a concert of artists, and or, bands which are still alive and has my respect like: Paul McCartney, Led Z., Rolling S., AC/DC, Deep Purple, etc.
- I'll watch a concert of artists, and or, bands which are still alive and has my respect like: Paul McCartney, Led Z., Rolling S., AC/DC, Deep Purple, etc.
Brazilian artists are already included.
Jards Macelé, isn't it?!
Of course!
Boozy, as brief as possible!
What modal will you choose?
- My way!
I asked about modal, not mode...
- Ought to.
Whyn't must?
- Cuz harken doesn't come first.
Matheus Carmo
quarta-feira, 2 de julho de 2014
None - Crash
Today somebody realized me:
- Left for a dream!
But nobody knows what does it mean...
Powered by an inspiration,
flirtations engendered,
I have had a lack of imagination.
It was a flood trying to wake me up.
The beyond telling me: I'm the dawn, which dwells in your poison heart.
When everything is going down,
I must crawl.
Everything ends up getting on the floor,
the rain, the words, and the body,
obviously it must be better,
when we go together,
breaking the law.
Today someone confused me,
It was me,
lying for an interruped action.
But nobody knows what does it mean...
Powered by an inspiration,
flirtations engendered,
I have had a lack of imagination.
It was a flood trying to wake me up.
The beyond telling me: I'm the dawn, which dwells in your poison heart.
When everything is going down,
I must crawl.
Everything ends up getting on the floor,
the rain, the words, and the body,
obviously it must be better,
when we go together,
breaking the law.
Today someone confused me,
It was me,
lying for an interruped action.
Matheus Carmo
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