Revision 2:
I lay down these notes now
for everyone to read.
I grew up with my head hidden
under bushes close to the road.
You can tell, I was scared.
It did not get better later.
Same shame and same panic.
I was good at causing me trouble.
If mom does
not exactly
love you
that much,
it makes you feel guilty.
I am sorry that I am.
I worked my way around people,
stayed at home,
masturbating my dreams
of luck to come.
It worked eventually
but I was too old then
to grasp it really.
I am free now
but it's late.
Michel Tournier’s Canada
is my Brazil (dreamland).
I feel at home best when alone.
These days I mainly cover up time.
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Revision 1:
I lay down these notes now
for everyone to read.
I grew up with my head hidden
under bushes close to the road.
You can tell, I was scared.
It did not get better later.
Same shame and same panic.
I was good at making me trouble.
For nothing but for being.
If you’re unwanted
by your mom, You feel guilt.
I am sorry that I am.
Life always scares me
I worked my way around people.
Stayed at home,
masturbating my dreams
of luck to come.
It did eventually
but I was too old then
to grasp it really.
I am free now
but I am late.
Michel Tournier’s Canada
is my Brazil (dreamland).
I feel at home best alone.
I care not about clichés.
I am here. I live
still
Most beautiful woman (or: human, not sure)
I ever saw passing by.
Will she love me?
She did and I lost her again.
These days I mainly cover up time,
sometimes sadly assuming she must be alive.
But these are daydreams.
I read books to her, soft-voiced,
she fell asleep then.
I kissed her tenderly
and now she is gone
and I went to her graveyard
once only.
The pain's still too big
to be fixed.
I can't.
-----------------
* Garota de Ipanema
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Original:
I lay down these notes now
for everyone to read.
Papers about a mission lost
http://youtu.be/nJJcW9YTlG4
I grew up with my head hidden
under bushes close to the road.
You can tell, I was scared.
It did not get better later.
Same shame and same panic.
I was good at making me trouble.
Pour rien. For nothing,
Just for being.
If you’re unwanted
by your mom, You feel guilt.
I am sorry that I am.
You can tell I was scared of
life always.
I worked my way around people.
Staid at home.
masturbating my dreams
of luck to come.
It did eventually
but I was too old then
to grasp it really.
Festival da alegria;
I work my way up
to dance on Brazilian beeches.
I am free now
but its late.
Si tard maintenant.
I am sorry that I am.
Michel Tournier’s Canada
est mon Brésil.
I feel at home best alone.
I care not about clichés.
I am here. I live
still
É a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar.*
Most beautiful thing I ever saw passing by.
Will she love me?
She did and I lost her again.
These days I mainly cover up time,
sometimes sadly assuming she must be alive.
But these are daydreams.
I read books to her, soft-voiced,
she fell asleep then.
I kissed her tenderly
and now she is gone
and I went to her graveyard
once only.
The pain's still too big
to be fixed.
I can't.
-----------------
* Garota de Ipanema
I lay down these notes now
for everyone to read.
I grew up with my head hidden
under bushes close to the road.
You can tell, I was scared.
It did not get better later.
Same shame and same panic.
I was good at causing me trouble.
If mom does
not exactly
love you
that much,
it makes you feel guilty.
I am sorry that I am.
I worked my way around people,
stayed at home,
masturbating my dreams
of luck to come.
It worked eventually
but I was too old then
to grasp it really.
I am free now
but it's late.
Michel Tournier’s Canada
is my Brazil (dreamland).
I feel at home best when alone.
These days I mainly cover up time.
-----------------------------
Revision 1:
I lay down these notes now
for everyone to read.
I grew up with my head hidden
under bushes close to the road.
You can tell, I was scared.
It did not get better later.
Same shame and same panic.
I was good at making me trouble.
For nothing but for being.
If you’re unwanted
by your mom, You feel guilt.
I am sorry that I am.
Life always scares me
I worked my way around people.
Stayed at home,
masturbating my dreams
of luck to come.
It did eventually
but I was too old then
to grasp it really.
I am free now
but I am late.
Michel Tournier’s Canada
is my Brazil (dreamland).
I feel at home best alone.
I care not about clichés.
I am here. I live
still
Most beautiful woman (or: human, not sure)
I ever saw passing by.
Will she love me?
She did and I lost her again.
These days I mainly cover up time,
sometimes sadly assuming she must be alive.
But these are daydreams.
I read books to her, soft-voiced,
she fell asleep then.
I kissed her tenderly
and now she is gone
and I went to her graveyard
once only.
The pain's still too big
to be fixed.
I can't.
-----------------
* Garota de Ipanema
-----------------------------------------------------
Original:
I lay down these notes now
for everyone to read.
Papers about a mission lost
http://youtu.be/nJJcW9YTlG4
I grew up with my head hidden
under bushes close to the road.
You can tell, I was scared.
It did not get better later.
Same shame and same panic.
I was good at making me trouble.
Pour rien. For nothing,
Just for being.
If you’re unwanted
by your mom, You feel guilt.
I am sorry that I am.
You can tell I was scared of
life always.
I worked my way around people.
Staid at home.
masturbating my dreams
of luck to come.
It did eventually
but I was too old then
to grasp it really.
Festival da alegria;
I work my way up
to dance on Brazilian beeches.
I am free now
but its late.
Si tard maintenant.
I am sorry that I am.
Michel Tournier’s Canada
est mon Brésil.
I feel at home best alone.
I care not about clichés.
I am here. I live
still
É a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar.*
Most beautiful thing I ever saw passing by.
Will she love me?
She did and I lost her again.
These days I mainly cover up time,
sometimes sadly assuming she must be alive.
But these are daydreams.
I read books to her, soft-voiced,
she fell asleep then.
I kissed her tenderly
and now she is gone
and I went to her graveyard
once only.
The pain's still too big
to be fixed.
I can't.
-----------------
* Garota de Ipanema