A Mistaken Thoughts

Ode To The Four

2008-02-22T08:53:00.000-08:00

On my blog Pensamentos Equivocados, I'm posting today about my fourthy birthday with my girlfriend, and now I put here my english version or "Ode aos Quatro", poetry maked to Luciana (or Wife, if you prefer)

Without "blablabla", now the poetry:

Ode to the Four

There is no more beautiful flower, or as magnificent fragrance in the air.

There is not what you have,
Much less what.

If the time is cruel warrior
Let me have battles to wage
He wins known of which I had the years and what they will count.

The first came to gallop,
With a smile and hope in the air.
The second with the power of life,
And fetters to demarcate.
The third brought promises,
And a want of uncertainty in the air.
The fourth comes from the beauty,
Do love becomes greater.

There is no more beautiful flower, or as magnificent fragrance in the air.
Where was the day burns night,
You are my sunshine,
My Diva and my altar.

No which before lived without their presence to guide me.
And if today I am more than yesterday,
It was only by power you love.
Amar.
Count.
Ar
Love you.
Forever.
All forever.
Loving.
I love to you.
Forever.

Freedom?

2007-12-15T17:01:00.000-08:00

Freedom.

In the mountains,
In the rivers,
On the last floors
In much buildings.

When You Cry
Because You, My Life.
When You Rape Me,
On Your Freedom!

In the Sky,
On the Sky
In Your;
Out Your Side

When You Cry
Because You, My Life.
When You Rape Me,
On Your Freedom!

I Don't Know
Why I Call You
But I Forget
Your Suicide.

Fredom.

About this blog,..

2007-10-27T04:29:00.000-07:00

I make this blog for two thinks. The first is: to publish my poetrys. The second is: to practice my english.

I'm a Brazilian Man, and I want to keep my vocabulary and grammar.

I hope will have sucess... But that is hard do to... Or not.

An Old Man.

2007-10-25T12:28:00.001-07:00

Old Man.

Who Is The Old Man?
What need the Old Man?
You Need my soul?
My time?
My life?

Old Man, Who Are You?
Are You a Bad guy? A good person? Only god?

I am The Old Man Who Travels to the Forgotten Lands
I am The Old Man Who Coming From The Mountain.
I am The Old Man.
I am The Old Boy, the young in the old.
I am You.
You are me.
My soul is Your Soul.
And I Will Hurt You...

By Dragus.

First Mistaken Thoughts

2007-08-31T22:21:00.000-07:00

That's my first post on this language. My english need's to be improved, I know... sometimes I'll do one english course, but now i only need post.

Maybe, someday I return to here.

When that's not happening, visit's my other blog, http://pensamentosequivocados.blogspot.com, on brazilian portuguese, but with tradutor insides him.

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2007-08-30T18:59:00.000-07:00

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