The Sunnyray

Come on, come see! The screen of NET that will hold us Agent enters the network and it will lead us The picture coming from, the blackcap traveling Our eyes glazed over, tied cerebellum Our poor sense hypnotized Our own column, the staff of life The screen seems to live, but it is only an illusion, It is trade and poverty is degeneration It's the final gasp of revelation. Ouvir Ler foneticamente Vamos lá, vamos ver! A tela da NET que vai nos prender Agente entra na rede e ela vai nos levando A imagem chegando, o cabeção viajando Nossos olhos vidrados, cerebelo amarrado Nossos pobres sentidos hipnotizados Nossa própria coluna, o esteio da vida A tela até parece viva; mas é só ilusão, É comércio e miséria, é degeneração É o suspiro final da revelação. outubro de 2000

लगातिक्सा कुंदो फीका मुइतो वेल्हा वीर पापा-बेंतो Lagartixa quando fica muito velha vira papa-bento! 26 set de 2010

O tempo do poder Quem pode já fez; Não fará! 17 ago 2009 時間的力量 誰可以做; 這不行！ 09年8月17日

Agora eu dirijo o Vento! Pouco me importa a massa de gente Que me esmagaria; Caso dirigisse a si mesma! Now I drive the Wind! I do not care the mass of people That would crush me; If directed to itself!

A consciência é esse algo absurdo que sempre nos diz, nos conduz ao impossível! Eu sempre estive disposto a voar; Mas jamais ao custo da perda de minhas asas durante o treinamento. 18 mai 2010 Awareness is the absurd and always tells us, leads us to the impossible! I've always been willing to fly; But never at the cost of lost my wings during training. 18 May 2010

Poem without rhyme or reason (TALK Drunk) 26/04/2001 - 02:11 a.m (...) All this is not like a joke in bad taste, Rather, it is like an agreement for lack of choice; It is a kind of lack of options that you can not understand. How could the whole does not have a better option than the history of all this? all we have and all we are! I am an ordained everything that happened, everything that is Every fact in every act; Even though I seem unaware of the team, who saw the jacket Or that sometimes seems to do it I am of all of the right, sage, sacred, pure, eternal ps. The first part of this poem is a mystery Ouvir Ler foneticamente Dicionário - Ver dicionário detalhado Traduza qualquer site Guardian.co.uk - Reino Unido Bild.de - Alemanha News.de - Alemanha Arte Toreo - Espanha Onet.pl - polonês Gotujmy.pl - polonês Vogue - França Machu Picchu - espanhol BBC News - Reino Unido Elle - França Komika Magasin - sueco Tom.com - China Fazer mais com o Google Tradutor Linguistas, ro...

In the mountain valleys and more distant Lies the monastery of a secret order Where reclusive monks Lash themselves with sticks and blades Men are all monks; Are important but in disuse Smother own pain Surrounded by dark shadows And terrible fears Behold the man: the dress of its essence The pains of body and soul Are your learned rabbis Teachers feeling more scathing. When the wintry winds blow from the south On nights of the soul jet The muscles and joints of the body react Faced with the overwhelming share of feelings. On the night among the most unusual night The dogs bark melodies of astonishment, Listen to another song type, Odorless sniff odors Howling pains men silent 12 jul 2000