God's hands's slices of misery

I'm lost in my bed, only refuge I've found on Earth , a safe place beyond these silent walls where there isn't why to listen, believe or tell all lies  that we all usually listen everywhere.Hearty, friendly than others, my  pillow... Should I tell you all my secrets ... Or should I keep my mouth closed ?
Counting the days, like slices of a rotten and forgotten cake, unwanted by all, forgotten in last drawer...
Somebody told me " Nothing lasts forever" but it forgot to say" less goddam's suffering and we aren't in hell yet, aren't? 
Pieces from hell, falling from a big and great table of blessing and godsend, what God won't eat, it certainly will offer to us, like misery crumbs and you can be sure all human kind will accept it from it hand like the better slices , sweetest cakes from Heaven. Heaven that we won't see. Because it hasn't made for us.



Gabriela Batista Coutinho 22/04/2014

Is the world still same? Like I remember, Like yesterday... Is the people still same? Same like I knew their... Same like these days About past, hopes run so fast... I feel better when we didn't write letters Hear voices, see smiles. World is falling Cause sick minds And I don't wanna find Myself in pain

Is the world still same?  Gabriela Batista Coutinho 10/08/2013

Brightness of Sky

There's a bright in blue of sky
That we all don't know why...
There's something in deep of mind.
Some questions, some answers and we won't find.

Look yourself, look yourselves...
Look before and look through of your and our skins...

Same flesh, mistakes and sins ...
Just look into my eyes...
I won't lost myself in my mind.


Gabriela B Coutinho                                                                   Brightness of Sky.  26/07/2013

Viagem ao fim do mundo

De onde vêm esse sentimento de toda desconexão com as artérias do coração e o mundo, que rompe entre ti e o que está ao redor, todos os laços mais profundos ...
Quem foi que fechou as portas para o mundo?
Que onde você está, você não sente e tudo o que você não vê, você também sente?
Tudo que seus olhos veem ainda que a mente goze de toda a sanidade, o coração já mente, sobre aquilo que sente, sobre o que o espírito pressente e quem dá consentimento a todos estes negros sentimentos, firma os nós da sua forca para um negro e breve momento...
Por onde anda as asas? Por onde voa os pés? Daqueles anjos que dissipam todos os maus sentimentos, que enegrecem a carne, mais que fumo...
Um maço escuro de sentimentos obscuros, que estou viajando para o fim do mundo.

 Gabriela Batista Coutinho

              Viagem ao fim do mundo 22/04/2013