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Shrek:Another Version of the Fairytale Chapter 4Chapter 4 - Don't look down!
"Let me get this straight."
For the fifteenth time in a row, that is.
"You're gonna go fight a dragon and rescue a princess just so Farquaad will give you back a swamp, which you only don't have because he filled it full of freaks in the first place. Is that about right?"
Well, when Donkey put things that way it did made us sound a bit stupid.
And stupid again.
Shrek sighed to the ground also for the fifteenth time, at the end of the sunflowers field. "You know what? Maybe there's a good reason donkeys shouldn't talk." said the ogre while briefly looking behind and before he retrieved to his veggie snack. It reminds me of the 'maybe-the-mighty-green-being-is-vegeterian' theory. I mean, with all those raw corncobs, cauliflowers and onions he couldn't be seriously labeled a merciless killer, right? "I don't get it, Shrek. Why don't you just pull some of that ogre stuff on him?" suggested the grey animal as he went to Shrek's right so that they were
Shrek: AVOTF - IntroductionIntroduction
"Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only be broken by love's first kiss.
She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire-breathing dragon. Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison, but none prevailed.
She waited in the dragon's keep. In the highest room of the tallest tower for her true love and true love's first kiss."
Yes, I know. You have already read or heard this from somewhere, most probably from your bedtime stories. When I was a kid I did listen to some of this sort of fairy tale. The world sure was sweeter and easier back then. This precise tale, however, had only come to my knowledge in my adulthood so I didn't really give that much of a care. But little did I know that (ironically) I would become part of this very bedtime story filled with magic, adventures, annoying creatures, a king with height issues, a black belt princess, a mighty dr
Shrek: Another Version of the Fairytale Chapter 3Chapter 3 - What kind of quest?
"But that's it. That's it right there. That's DuLoc."
Yup. We had just arrived at the fox's hiding place.
Although, through a carriage parking lot.
"I told ya I'd find it." insisted Donkey proud of his little victory over Shrek's doubt. Who kept warning him that we were possibly lost. All the single way there. "And you couldn't be more right, parceiro*." I said as I gave him a light punch on his shoulder. "I myself would be probably lost by now without a map, if I tried to get here. You have a great sense of orientation.". "Oh please. You're making me blush." was the little animal's answer to my compliment. "So, that must be Lord Farquaad's castle." mentioned the ogre, automatically moving our attention to the monumental building. Well, I kinda thought that too as I noticed this giant 'f' on its entrance.
The Lord sure didn't want to fool the tourists.
The castle and the surrounding wall themselves seemed to be made out of very light grey granite, almost
Shrek: Another Version of the Fairytale Chapter 2Chapter 2 - On the road again.
Ok. For those who may have forgotten, I will clarify you the point of my situation: I was kidna-I meant catnapped, put in a cage, mistaken for Puss in Boots for the 16752431th time, sold by a stinking thug, bought by dumb guards, I also rescued some fairy tale creatures (or so I thought) and went after a donkey to save him too.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooo ooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
From an ogre.
And I'm not even a black cat.
"That doesn't sound good." I said after I heard the ogre's roar and started to go faster. If that was even possible. By each step I took, the stronger the scent would get, which meant I was getting closer.
I stopped by a small river to catch my breath for a brief moment."They were here." I looked to a near by small grassed hill. Behind it was the source of the smell.
And therefore the said monster.
So close and at the same time so far, don't you think ?
As I walked slowly to the top of the hill, I
Shrek: Another Version of the Fairytale Chapter 1Chapter 1 - There go my vacations!
"Oh. Meu. Deus*. This really sucks!"
Ok. Maybe not so mature.
"I think I'm going to puke this morning's furball."
Oh. Did I forget to mention that I'm a cat?
"It's no wonder that people complain about my need of being more feminine. Girls are brainwashed with this trash to make them believe they are born 'damsels in distress'." The old lady at the book store counter by my side laughed. If I'm not mistaken, she had blue eyes and grey/white hair. Quite normal for someone that seemed to be in her late sixties. But don't ask about the clothes, because I can't remember that much detail! "Says the talking pussy cat." I playfully made a fake shocked face. "How dare you! I am no damsel! Besides just because I'm a sort of fairy tale creature that doesn't mean I came from this kind of nonsense." She laughed once more.
"I can see that now. Where are you from sweetheart? I've seen you a lot in the past weeks but I never had the chance to ask."
Beco Sem Saida
Só me apetece gritar,
Mas não quero perturbar ninguém.
Só quero chorar,
Mas não quero desperdiçar água também.
Sei de cor filosofias,
Sei quando a tempestade amena.
Conheço as minhas mentiras,
E a minha má vida terrena.
Mesmo sabendo os meus erros,
Não paro de os repetir.
Enfrenta-los muito menos,
Já não sei para onde ir.
Podia me suicidar,
Contudo seria uma cobarde.
Rejeitando o mandamento de não matar,
Estaria a fugir da verdade.
Uma solução contínuo a procurar.
Quanto menos alguém se envolver,
Melhor será quando terminar.
Sei que estou a cometer o mal,
Como se não fosse nada afinal,
Comum como o vermelho, azul e amarelo.
Não paro de me baralhar.
Estou maluca, estou perdida!
Já não sei o que pensar,
Estou num beco sem saída
Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroom
That with each passing year since birth
Has had her confidence sold to those that stare
For so much less than it is worth
When it should be a priceless commodity
Especially to a doting dad
Is he not supposed to give to his child
All the things that he never had?
You, the girl in the corner of the classroom
That has forgotten how to smile
Are you tired of being told it’s just a phase
And you’ll snap out of it in a while?
It should be obvious that you are struggling
Especially to a loving mum
As she's already lived through those tearful days
That for you have yet to come
You, the girl hiding in the shadow you cast
Please accept your parent’s flaws
No matter what success or failure you taste
Do not let them be the cause
They created a life in love or in lust
Now nurturing has turned to neglect
A bird feeds her young till the day they can fly
So maybe now you should leave the nest
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
Schrodinger's CatAm I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Being locked in that dreadful box,
I have become a paradox.
A flask of poison on the floor,
A radioactive source in store,
And a hammer to judge my fate -
Try and define my doubtful state -
Am I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
A Rainy PlaceWandering roads that branch so I can never see
Where the path I choose will likely carry me
Then comes the fear
As apprehension looms above
Like the cloud I am always victim of
Driest days are still enough to make me drown
Happy plays go on in side my little crown
But always in
To show these thoughts enlightening
Speed up the coming derailing
Conclusions crash from up above
To think my mind was stronger stuff
A paper boat
In sea that grows around my feet
The longer I wait with all the thoughts I keep
Mask the way with rain as paved paths taper on
The traveller who must be gone
Then comes the pain
How I cannot be one of them
Who takes a gamble on a whim
Yesterday was long before the one I made
I forget how many of them passed the same
My will is only weakening
Come future I will not be able swimming
Earth to break from where I stand as water falls
Wash the state lethargic I am victim of
Unable to move
Even when all offered it slowly takes
With nothing left I will not wake
Passaro Que Nao Voa
Palavra que não rima.
Não tem coração,
Deve ser reprimida.
Não tenho alento.
Atrás e a frente.
Nunca querem desaparecer,
Deixam tudo incontente.
Sinto que algo dentro de mim,
Não me deixa ser boa.
Sou eu própria, sou inútil,
Como um pássaro que não voa....
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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