I Am Machine.

                I am a copycat.

                I imitate my surroundings in the hope of finding myself.

                I desire other’s insanities, so I can then build one of my own.

                I have no clue if I am original at all.

                I wonder how many ideas I have mimicked.

                I believe I’ve been this since the beginning.

                I can only love if the feeling is existent.

                I can only walk to someone that is already there.

                I gasp to be one.

                I define my life as a compilation of others.

                I am nothing more but a copycat. 

Breezeblocks.

A calmaria

perante a tempestade,

montando ondas

que quebram lá no fim.

Pensei em pegar no violão

aquele que logo se foi,

mas as ondas

essas já chegavam.

O barco tremia

e água entrava,

a maré subia

e as ondas batiam.

Joguei a bóia

e pulei fora,

se eu ficasse mais

as ondas me consumiam.

Olhei triste

para o meu barquinho,

que de tanto apanhar
a onda levou.