Freedom?

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,..

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.

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

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.