""The favorite of the Few"

Guess what? I myself was washing the dishes when suddenly appeared in the corner between kitchen and dinner room a little mouse appeared in the corner between the kitchen and dinner room.. He looked at me and rose his nose as asking:
"- Hey , dude! what are you doing with my scraps?"
I laughed a wicked laugh and said:
- Come on, ´LiLL brother! Each man with his own, huh?!"
I thought he heard my voice as a thunder and ran through the door to hide under the washing machine.
Oh my! What a misconception of my new neighbor! (LOL). But I hope we two patch things up because I had a feeling he wanted to say or to complain something with me. Maybe he is a father or mother of the nest or even the "favorite of the few" who has courage to face the world and feed his weak members of his kind!
This kind of pledge reminded me my grandmother. She was 20 something and her husband died because he was a young fanalcoholic. She had my young mom (13) and my uncle (9) to feed and care for, so she got a job by herself (cooking) in a school and on weekends she washed and dried and ironed clothes out... two years after my mother ,at 15, was pregnant and two years more after she was pregnant. again and on and on...My mother gave birth to seven babies in nine years, but my grandmother forced her just to raised four of us.
While my grandmother worked my mom also helped her and my uncle studied and worked at night!
So I was a kid with 4 or 6 years old and I used to see my grandmother get out and get in to home from Monday to Friday and on weekends she almost didn´t rest because of the clothes she had to sent on time before Monday to his clients!.
But as time passed by "the favorite of the few" was losing her hair and was getting old before time... She started to feel the cancer in her womb. So she died when I was 14, but before she died she gave me some advice:
- "You don´t have to be rich tomorrow or today. You must like yourself and be granted and proud of you because you´re alive and you must honor and feel of your family, believe in yourself and don´t complain too much; just let the things happen and learn with it!"
Maybe "The favorite of the few" of the mouse´s nest is a big guy or even a bossy but he does what he does for its family, ´till soon he will die either.
That wasn´t to be a sad story even a great one with a sobriety test which you learn how to focus your attention or something else in order to cure your addiction for bad things!
The favorite of few or everybody else when they die all that´s left behind are memories they made in our minds.
So when you feel unlucky, unsure, angry with something remember that the party will soon over but then your life must goes on and the way how you´re living is more important than to live for.
My thoughts today are the same as yours but my heart beats for long distances.
(By Denilson - Thanks for Nikkie Hunter)

"That settle" & "A sad story about fate"

“That settle”
(talking indistinctly)...
you don´t throw me away no one does it to me!
You don´t take/ accept no for answer.
I called you a lot of time... but not a lot of people does... i don´t want nobody see me that way.
I just want you here with me as a blanket... warm!
don´t mince words with your best friends. Everyone has a chance to stop.
You never there for us but you´re alone. I know you´re having problems and that´s bad enough.
you should have gotten help for not destroy yourself or some memories, ´Cause some memories are too painful.
I come here sometimes, i´ve seen things horrible
You start to believe it´e a sign, that there´s a better place than here. So now i come to you so here I am, nothing hides with open arms.
you can turn my cold dark night into day. i hope you can see how great person you were with since the first time.
I won´t guive up if you give up!
I want a reason for the things we meant for. Details Matter! but what does other people have to do with your own story? You write what you want to write not what they want you write them.
But routine for us is everything and when everything´s so blurry you drop off and keep walking so you can see the horizon eating the sun... Dark!
the new day rises again, as long as you know you´ll do neat trick
By denilson




"A sad story about fate"
You´ll be surprised if i really tell you so
but i am writing a tale
You´ll be hipnotized with what i´ll put you in it
don´t do odd things or gnawing your nails while you start to read it!
Some things in my story are dirty,
some things stink.
there is a party every where you look for
you don´t have to see a shrink.

there´s a couple in my sad story
they are always fighting...
for the last pizza´s piece.
they´re always worrying about how to look
Life isn´t fair enough... That´s why
pizzas are made like a flat world.

Humble people appears in my story
they are hunted, stressed and they are working for peace world
underestimating bad people.
Unless they are tempting for sex
Can you imagine where this pledge
will lead to?
Around circle!

It net is made by bad guys
they just want understand why they are hated
One thing they can´t control is: "bad things always back to their real owners!"

If you wan to know more
sorry, thatś enough for today!
this story doesn´t belong to a book with papers wrote. you just have
To look away!
I want you to be curious too much
About the things that could happen underneath you
But, remember: " the begining starts everyday but the end never ends with you!".
By denilson

Após um suicídio

Após um suicídio (part: I)

Por que se esvai em sangue agora que estava tudo terminado?

Você queria me deixar sem respostas para tuas objeções?

Por que quisestes bancar a vítima se sabias do teu erro?

Você agora se contorce no limbo me observando e cantando vitória! Mas não deixou a chance de me retrair e dizer tudo que Eu queria que ouvistes de minha própria boca.

Como na "Arte da Guerra": fugir é uma estratégia segura e de avaliação da batalha!"

Não há como, para seres humanos, voltarem a ser sementes nas entranhas de seus pais, nem mesmo sair novamente de um útero fértil!

Eu quero ver Você, Eu quero que me ouça, Eu quero que me espere terminar minhas acusações e sentenças!

Depois, não terias que fazer isso consigo mesmo. Teria, apenas, mais uma forma de retratação, outra oportunidade de se manter crescendo. Agora nem isso! Tu tens nada, tuas fichas acabaram, teus créditos terminaram, tua alma seja julgada culpada, ou absolvida, ou decretada morte eterna, tu não mais respirará como eu agora respiro ao lhe escrever este desabafo... iamginando você, nesta folha branca, e, que a única vida que mostra são as linhas de tinta que faço.

By Denilson!

Alguém sempre busca algo ( Após um suicídio. part: II)

Alguém sempre busca coragem
Alguém sempre busca vontade
Alguém sempre está à espreita
Alguém sempre à vontade
Alguém sempre espera algo
Alguém sempre espera um sinal
Alguém sempre espera a oportunidade
Alguém sempre espera e se irrita com a demora
Alguém sempre quer amar; alguém que ser notado; alguém quer alguém do lado; alguém se importa sempre com os outros mais do que consigo mesmo.
Alguém sempre espreita alguém...Alguém sempre tenta convencer, alguém...
alguém quase morre de agonia, calado, deprimido.
alguém sempre ama mais; sempre cuida mais; sempre pergunta mais... mas, alguém sempre está mais feliz do que outros; sempre fala mais do que outros; sempre tem mais amantes que outros.
Alguém sempre chora; alguém sempre diz: "Vou embora!"...
- Alguém aqui, Alguém agora!
By Denilson

Agora só ouço ( após um suicídio. part III)
Agora, só sinto em minha mente o quanto me obrigastes a fazer vil ato!
Porém, te perdôo, Tu sabes (essas foram as últimas palavras que dos meus lábios ouvistes) muito bem que, não és culpada de nada de minhas loucuras (mesmo quando tu eras meu alvo).
Agora, só vejo e não atuo. Não mais estou no controle. Não mais faço de meus pensamentos ações...
Se olhares fundo nos meus olhos amorteados que perdem as sua luzes, cada momento, verás que estou feliz, pois, finalmente, meu derradeiro plano de ter você em meus braços funcionou, porém, admito: "Tu que me abraças agora, forte, entre teus braços. Tuas pernas me entrelaçam e teus seios me convidam para beber um néctar que, a tanto à mim fora intocado!"
Admitido que, por sua própria vontade, Eu não seria capaz de forçar-te a tal ato. De tê-la em meus braços como agora Tu me sustem.
Que pena! Essa frase resume minha resolução de infinita alegria: "Ah! que pena!"
Que pena que só posso ouvir teu coração e soluços de agonia por ter em teus braços um candidato a cadáver.
"Que pena!" Só poderei registrar em meus olhos teus lamentos, quase que imperceptível de comprometimento à um moribundo.
Mas estou feliz, enfim, por deixar em ti um trauma, que sei, Tu num futuro próximo superará amiúde!
E no Teu desespero de frente à morte e, na minha alegria de ir perdendo os cinco sentidos encostado à ti mal posso dizer-te - A não ser que olhes no fundo de meus olhos lacrimosos de alegria e não mais de dor - que um anjo mortal está abafando a campainha da vida, deixando acabar os últimos rumores que, salta de meu coração.
By Denilson