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What? What have you said?
Please say it again, I might have mis-eard it!
Do you say I’m cute?
Do you say I’m pretty?
So you did say it…
So explain me, I don’t understand, why don’t you take me and make both of us happy ?!
Are you afraid to hurt me or yourself?
Don’t you want something serious? Is that what you’re afraid of?
No problem, I take it as it comes, serious or not…
Still no way? This is just not my day…
Like it would ever be…
Will I ever be the one who takes and is taken? Only time will tell…
I’m not a Don Juan, I’m not a conqueror, I’m just someone who needs the human touch and haven’t been able to get it for a long long time…
Am I desperate, not that much… Just becoming hopeless and hopefull depending on the day and time…
Can you understand me? I just want someone to share my time with… The little time I have for myself…

João Henrique da Silva Nunes Jales Ribeiro @ 19:23 – 08/08/2008

Why to have hopes, why to expect something?
Is it pleasure we have to wait for deception?
Life teached me not to expect anything but what she might eventually bring, good or bad just let it come.
Why to have hopes, why to expect?
Just forget about it, if it has to come it will, don’t feel the anguish of expectation, let it flow…
I’m waiting for so many things, yet I try to forget about them, their too far away for me to reach…
They’ve been so much closer in the past, yet I did not had the stability I have now… Now that I’m ready, life aint…
So why to expect? If deception seems day after day more likely to come in my way…
Oh I still have wishes, but I must forget them, I can’t live thinking about what I want but I can’t get.
I must get what I can!
But there’s so litle to grab, and most of the times when I try it it just slips between my fingers…
Oh what to expect but nothing, just expect nothing and everything that comes will be a bonus!
Oh why haven’t I been like this everyday of my life? So much disapointments I could have avoided… So much pain that would be left unfelt…
Why to hope, why to expect? There’s no need for that! All that come will look like candy if you don’t!
So don’t hope, don’t expect, JUST LIVE!


João Henrique RIbeiro 04-10-2008 3:22AM

(I really wish I could really do this... But I can't stop dreaming desiring and getting hurt time and time again...)

it's a bright night in Spain.
and gypsies are having a great celebration with lot's of music.
but on the other end of the carnival.
there is Magdalene and she listen's to her fortune from the elder gypsy woman Adelaide.
she gazes in the crystal ball.
and Adelaide sees a very pale child.
she can't find the name however.
with sincere eyes she looks at 18 year old Magdalene.
and tells her she has a greater burden then other women.
just like the gypsy king told her, that she wasn't ripe enough for being a mother.
the fact was Magdalene couldn't bare a child.
you have a unlucky fate my dear child Adelaide whispered.
there is only one thing you can do, unfortunate child of mine.
you may have secret prayers with the moon.
the moon is waning young child, and it will be right at full moon.
a few days later Luigi comes at the wagon of Adelaide.
and he tells her that Magdalene is pregnant.
Adelaide's brown eyes become quite full of emotion.
So I've heard she said, fate is on it's way to help Magdalene out in her hard years, finally I can watch my grief, grow into her luck.
nine months further Magdalene is about to begot her new child.
she bares him out of joy, with tears in her eyes.
the gypsy king looks with anxiety in his eyes to the new born baby.
though this child is very pale.
the gypsy king, get's angry at the other gypsies.
and especially Magdalene.
how could you bare this child, it's a miscreant!!!
Magdalene, holds her son in her arms, she doesn't let Luigi come near the child.
nor the gypsy king.
I have been waiting long enough.
the only person I thank is first of all my son, and then Adelaide.
cause she granted me the wish of becoming mother.
the gypsy king spits fire at Magdalene.
in his deepest obscene fantasy he would rather rip the child from his
Magdalene wouldn't give in, and she took her child, on a horse to Barcelona where she had a sister.
the young infant, was just laughing, with his mysterious blue grey eyes.
though his skin had become red.
cause of the sunlight.
her sister Maria, who was an fortune teller as well, saw the burden without telling or knowing.
and she told her sister, He would be fine.
Magdalene, he has a gift, a moon child is something which a mother like us humans can never bare.
this moon child shall survive, and live of after his sun has crawled upon heaven.
there is nothing you can do please understand.
I will lay him in this basket, where the moon his true mother shall see him and reckon.
so they did and the child left in a pale light

midnight woman
is that all you are
ever spinning
a thoroughfare
midnight woman
in the cold night air
wanting love
searching everywhere
someone to need you
someone to care
midnight woman
shes out there
come the night
shes not alone
wakes in the morning
he is gone
hard to find love
seems to be
wish that it
easy to see
winner looses
play the game
midnight woman
wins again

im sorry my friend i hurt you i hope you will forgive me until that day ill still be here im sorry my friend more sorry then you ever know im sorry my friend just sorry

im sad as night tired of my life i wish i could turn to you but you hate me so but friend i just cant let you go im sad as night tired of my life i just cant let you go im not even going to let you go

so you cheat me out of my dreams i loved you you was my destiny together forever that's what we should be happy again but the night brings pain you was talking to him again im sad as i ever been you was more then a friend im dying as i suffer through lovers torment

"I don't want to play anymore."

It's how I feel sometime. Like now.

Looking up at God and saying, "I don't want to play anymore."

"It isn't them Father it's me. I don't mind helping, you know I like it. You give me what I need for them. Words I don't have myself, but somehow they come to me. I'm thankful and honored. I don't mind at all. It isn't their lives but mine. Why do I have the words for others. Why can I sense and feel from thousands of miles away. Why can I call on power not my own and see things happen.Why! I don't mind. It isn't them, it's me. Why can't I solve my problems? Why can't I find the way? Why can I hear for them but not for me? Why can I take their pain and can't loose mine? Why does my heart break for them and you hear me cry out for them and you help? But why when I cry and the tears will not cease, my heart breaks? and breaks, and breaks and breaks. Until I am numb. Then you put another in my path and I feel joy. I can help, I know I can. I can assist. You give me the words. You give me the power. Then I return to myself. It's the same. I've gone full circle again. In the same place again. I am older. That is the change. I don't mind helping them. You know it's my joy. But sometimes, just sometimes. Not because of them, but because of me. It's how I feel because of me. Sorry Father, but sometimes, I don't want to play anymore."

Under the Rainbow is where I feel.

Maybe it's my place. I don't like to think that way. I really don't believe that. But I look up and see the beautiful sky. The air has been cleansed by and earlier rain. The sun shining brightly and there it is. I looks so big and beautiful. Gorgeous above me. All the colors, separate but one. all together. Can I get to it? Most of the time it seems out of reach. Is it truly spectacular as it looks?

At times I think I have found it. I feel the rush of the colors hitting me. I am one, I am part. then it is gone.

So it is in life. Once I drove through the end of a rainbow. I'll never forget the awesome colors and sparkling around me. Just as quickly it was gone. I try to be like others. Not to be them, just be part. Be A part of what is going on. I don't seem to have a color to fit. Maybe that is just it.

I don't feel above, it's not my place. Maybe I am one, just under the rainbow. Like it has been said, it's my lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's my life.

I want to give everyone a chance. I want to hear and believe them. Give them the benefit of the doubt. Too often, I am waiting. Too often, I'm not called. Too often I get hurt. But it's what I do. I don't know how not to be there. I don't know how not to care.

But maybe, I'm just under the rainbow.

Woman on a journey
through a barren wilderness
body sick, all alone
heading for nevadas fresh air

On her journey she
met a man big and awkward
he was a mountain
she a flower fair

First she was hard
first she was hostile
big man cared for her
and like the ice she thawed

Big man and the woman
friends became that moment
by the cool blue languid lake
with bluebells all around

Love began to blossom
as the tender flowers
hours became precious
for big man and city woman

Then one day her sickness
began to over take her
she just hid it from him
sheltering from pain

She said she must leave
go back to the city
but when the blossoms come
in spring she would return

So she left her love
he only found out later
broken hearted big man
pined the city woman fair