quarta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2009

"Et tu, Brute?"

And every city,
and every palace,
crumbled at the sound of a mere word,
his empire collapsed, but nothing was ever heard.

And so did he die,
at the sound of treachery,
of his dearest friend,
of the embellished mockery.
from his friendship end.

Yet for a few seconds did he breathe,
to feel the dying pain,
of his friends deception,
to finally see his exile ordain.

He had reached the sky,
Only to be pushed down,
by the one he trusted the most.
He had fell down his throne,
because of one single lie.
And so perished the great Caesar,
who thought he could not die.

domingo, 11 de outubro de 2009

I love you

In the look of your eyes,
In the bright of your smile,
In the way that you talk,
In the way that you move,

I love you...

It's not how you say,
It's not has I feel,
It's the the way I know,
It's the way I love you.

Cause it doesn't matter how pretty you are,
how awesome you get,
how far away you may be,
I'll always know you too love me...

I don't care if the sun doesn't rise every morning,
if the light of the moon is here to stay,
I don't care what the world has to say,
All I care is... I love you anyway.