Thursday, August 31, 2006

I have a moderated heart
But passion in motion
Self destructive love
And the patience of the dead
I have tears as visible as Posseidon´s
Drops the ocean itself
And I smile the roses view twards the solar sky
I have hope that I´m hopeless
And unless you prove me wrong
I´m given and fool
Contact me to the truth
And I´m allowed to live some more than
being a geographic point unseen
But you count on me
Don´t you?
Mislead me to the legend of happiness.

Kate Polladsky

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Shut up and smoke my sorrow
And sink tomorrow into you deeply
Nevermind and dance on my floor
And sing a chord that I haven´t heard of
I´m not enough for you, I´m empty bottles
I´m not the one for you, I only follow
I know you love me but you know I live you
And we´re so half, we´re the smell of breeze that just remains
I almost died in a dream and it felt right
I see our love on a thread and it swings behind
It sways to one´s side catch.

Kate Polladsky

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

If I liked so much biology, chemistry and physics stuff I´d try to become a primatologist.

I simply love chipanzees ;@@ Mostly the young ones

Also pandas and some kinds of dogs

Also babies, all kinds

Also, also...

Kate Polladsky

Sunday, August 20, 2006

The mafia is in the family
The trust is in yourself
The belief is all around
The loyalty is nowhere else.
Kate Polladsky

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

I can be your little girl if you want...
Kate Polladsky
As if I needed to be allarmed
That the void between our lives is growing bigger
I´m taking whatever comes to me
I think sad things are easily repeated

I expect losing you everyday
But I wish this chance was never needed
If somehow you get back in time
I will accept but later on
I hope that I´ll become just a blank space
Not a shelter but a covered love
That will remain in the shadow
If it´s allowed to let go

Kate Polladsky

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Pain is a lifestyle,
love is a state of mind,
longing is a daily suicide.
Kate Polladsky.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Cannonball - Damien Rice

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
And I can’t say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
So step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon..
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I was just thinking... I walk hand in hands with ya untill today
Even if they are...empty.
It´s a treaty, that i have with heart and soul.
But I can only do my part.
Damn love.

Kate Polladsky

Monday, August 07, 2006

When all that´s left for me is your words
You can make me live for them
Or your can kill me with them
Send my heart to fire
Or turn it to ashes . Easily, implied, under love, after sorrow.
Just as if i needed to be punished
And everything was meant to be a tiny moment
I don´t know which of your living spirits is noble and trustful
But im not interested in being the one that matters
Not even someone to criticize what you done
When everything that puts me down, is a matter of your words.

Kate Polladsky

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Se o mar fosse coisa simples eu me jogava nele e deixava levar
Dormente, dos ossos à alma
Viraria as costas e veria o mundo insano sangrar
É mito amor verdadeiro, amor vem do mercado negro
Agora eu cansei de pagar
Mas quem se importa quando eu desistir de me importar
A vista à beira do precipício é mais bonita
Talvez se eu tente a vista de baixo
No meio termo eu ainda sentirei como é voar
Eu não quero voltar de onde não sei se quero ficar
Estou negociando, talvez dê tempo de alguém me acordar
Se não for pedir muito
Deixe estar...

K. Polladsky

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Little cozy hell
I hate you from small things
It´s almost seasonal and mystic
I almost love you as well
I can´t chill my living in
little cozy hell.


Ugha buggha

We grow big beard to hide our gold.

That makes their head heavy and slow

Then we chop someone in two with our axes.

Yes, and then they try to fix the one to keep on practicing, choping again and again with their axes

Chop, chop! Make more firewood!


Kate Polladsky

I´m losing hope
And that´s my comfort zone
I´m losing fear of losing
It´s lost all over my feelings
Leading to an empty scene
I´m sceptic and unusual
Unused and unworthy of myself
Or something in between
Sometimes i feel well
Or worst depending on where i begin
I´m hurt in the middle of existence
And try to recover its borders
Going to easy things
Every little thing that bothers
As if i could untie you from my living line
I let go like i have left a lot behind
And now miss less the rest
Resting my bones on the crest
Untill the day i fall
Back into my nest
Rebirth hopeful as iam
Hoping i´m not losing hope again
As if hopes and fears could last.

Kate Polladsky

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Meu amor, somos passíveis de dar certo
Somos completos despedaçados
Completos, em pedaços
Não somos resto.
Meu amor eu não grito para o além
Só para você e além
Te dou uma flor meu amor
Até que ela murche
E não demonstre morrer
Te abraço por trás
E te arrasto ao meu cais
Te afogo em beijos
Sedento por mais
Seja dor amor
Mas não me engane
E marque esse coração
incrédulo e infame

Nosso extremo agente inventa
Meu amor, se morre de saudade, não de fome.
Até a cura de um de nós esconde
Contra a solidão

Kate Polladsky

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


Thanks for comin´down
For knowing all what i´ve passed through
Thanks for smiling and laughing
For singing so loud and trying to make feel good
Thanks for thanking me for something i didn´t do
Thanks for thinking twice before asking how i´ve been doing
Thanks for giving a hand and always wondering where i was going
Thanks for walking beside, besides following and taking me home
Thanks for the advices and the certainty you gave to them
Thanks for finding me hurt and looking after me since then
Thanks for the patience and your calm conscience
Thanks for the silence, for your exact science
And thanks for believing it
Thanks for teaching me to win ,
for being a dream, for seeing through me
Thanks for introducing me to the glory
For being the story
Not telling its plot instead.
Thanks for holding me tight
And complaining about all my complaints
Thanks for being my day by day, my monothony and my entertainment
Thanks for the marriage before engagement
Thanks for sharing your plans
Thanks for being my first choice, and the last.
Thanks for saying when i´m not good enough and denying you´re the best
Thanks for the " bless you" when i was sneezing
Thanks for your jokes, for bullshit and for teasing
Thanks for your grace and for praying
Thanks for running and for waiting
Thanks for sleeping and waking up
Thanks for helping to get me up
Thanks for the love and the rage
Thanks for the whole book, and its next page.

Marcela de M.D.®