Added, to watch later!
some movie, the love you lost,
the bills you have to pay
the trip you always postponed
or just canceled!!!
and at the end of the road
fix it
fix it all
because is all that loneliness gave to you
A Violine sea!
Poetry is sensible to touch
It dissolves in water
Maybe you are so hard
as the rocks are
that you take a time
to be shaped!
But
You have another chance.
A sound that you can hear!
A violine sea, a violine water!
Hear the song not the war.
A Viajante
Um rio riscado em um mapa
Uma bússola inútil
De que adiantou tanta ilusão?
O rio tem dono e preço alto também
Leva, essa barcaça, o que já fui,
Entrego, nessa travessia,
Alto valor, uma moeda
A minha solidão.
Gales
On a silent night
A sweet soul waits
Inside one tower
for so many years stayed
It is the complete solitude that presumes
A regret! One single regret.
All the apologies I owe you
Oh!
don’t call me to write in Vilanela way
all that I one’s regret
All May I try to do it
is
your best poem to understand
and so To be unique.
Do not be happy. It awaits me too.
Forgive me to love you in a wrong
It was not the best night to explain
that love that would be expressed
as daylight in the bay
and balloons shifting in plain air.
Forget the soul in that catcher’s tower.
A Lua, La Luna, The moon.
Now I’m using semicolons.
I don’t know if in real life or poetry.
One foot here, one foot there.
Just in case.
I use the moonlight as a guide.
Some say it lights up the room,
others the heart, the feelings.
In my case, just the room….
There are those who scream and others who meow.
It’s the moon.
So poetic.
Lie!
It’s an impatient light…
An Invader.
How long did it take to get to my room?
It only traveled one single second. Just to mess up my life.
Poetic is to be still. Keep the throb deep inside.
Loving so much, keeping so much that you can even forget.
It’s good to be a zombie! it’s a big success!
Essa Lua, La Luna, The moon,
so idolized!
it only brings disasters.
She is just beautiful! Beautiful when is waning, beautiful, full. Even more.
Round and shiny.
Better only bright!
I saw her Red once!
Heart pounding, lungs filling with air..
And the poor heart… Oh! Shattered!
Lightens, but not too much, please!
Fire, but not too much, please!
Be kind, huh?
In truth, you are hard and made only of stone, cold and
full of holes.
Semicolon.
Don’t provoke my dormant yearnings.
You don’t have that place.
Don’t come now, to my room, to enter.
Stay there. Hanging for the poets.
For those who believe.
Stay away!
Leave me here with my dots and my many commas.
She is coming!
I get a war on me.
I have to discover what happened
Years. I think someone put a spell on me.
Maybe someone solves a puzzle
How to put me down
and decided how to stop me
to write.
Villainy!
I remember the goblet to drink
Did I drink the poison?
Did I lose my memory?
Am I separating my heart from my soul?
I forgot.
Forget is easy and sweet but not for longer
Pleading to take an air
I know that I fall into the hell
No emotions, no feelings
no room for words.
Please, release me.
How let me go if I don’t remember.
So sutil, so maskerade.
My soul knows but don’t tell me
My heart knows, beating fast, so fast.
The memory is coming.
dragged, scared
But it is coming.
Sorry for forgetting
Sorry, for not being what I used to be.
But a poet heart must wither and die
In such battle.
Where Lies Are Sweet
in a pedestal
I rest
just for your pleasure
that you share with others too
snowflakes fall on me
are my memories
from the cold and the white
just what I have
in a petrified body
curious fingers, slip over me
on my carved heels
I feel the strength
back
a smooth heat…..
in my sleepy remembrance
fluttering
heat, heat….
trying to spell out from my frozen mouth
OH!
I no longer need to move
i can accept the loneliness
and be forgotten
so, when time is my enemy
pain could join to others’ pains
and enforce your power
petrified I can forget
and just sleep forever
made out of marble
pain remembrance is most powerful than love…
let me
there, lying down
in my niveous tomb
with the white and the cold
of fake snowflakes, inert
lying over me
a place where lies are sweet….
Where Lies Are Sweet
em um pedestal
eu descanso
apenas para o seu prazer
que você compartilha com os outros também
flocos de neve caem sobre mim
são minhas memórias
do frio e do branco
apenas o que eu tenho
em um corpo petrificado
dedos curiosos, deslizam sobre mim
em meus calcanhares esculpidos
eu sinto a força
de volta
um calor suave…..
na minha lembrança sonolenta
esvoaçante
calor, calor….
tentando soletrar da minha boca congelada
OH!
eu não preciso mais me mover
eu posso aceitar a solidão
e ser esquecido
então, quando o tempo é meu inimigo
dor poderia se juntar a outras dores
e impor o seu poder
petrificado eu posso esquecer
e apenas dormir para sempre
feito de mármore
a lembrança da dor é mais poderosa que o amor…
Deixe-me
lá, deitado
na minha tumba nívea
com o branco e o frio
dos falsos flocos de neve, inertes
deitados sobre mim
um lugar onde as mentiras são doces….
It is a Bang!
having the title
but not having you anymore
It is a big Bang! Bum
I am not suffering anymore
because it is a big bang
And all people can see!
what can i desire more?
it is like a special music
bang, bang and uhmmm
the time is gone
you are in the middle of the desert
i am still … an ocean to thrive
i think the worst part in on me
it is ok….
“vrai” feelings are forever
a big Bang for you!
If an open umbrella
if something is open
it is an umbrella… as you all do and know
i can choose sundry ideas and movements
can i open it? can i break it?
in many, so many pieces
because i had, i have so many options
i choose to break it
to collect the pieces
it is more cooler for the soul and fun!
i bet tha this moment i can win
from all of you…
they are coloured, a miscellaneous of shapes
i can understand all of it
so easy to keep when falling over me
but not to forever, i know
but it is good…
i am used to it
it fills me anyway, for seconds or milleseconds
i prefer to dash it into a little fractions
as into peaces they are
but i can achieve the pain
the before pain….
it is like a commons rain
any color, any predictable movement
i denied
the touch, the invisible is raining over
powerfull
i destroy the umbrella and firmly believe
I do not have other way
as addicted i am
pursuiting the rain
Do i have one chance?
such beautiful caos!
UBER
UP,
of the street level
searching around for my Uber
i ,barely, couldn’t see with my blurred eyes
hundreds of lost hand and …
I tough: I am totally drunk!
Unfortunately!
but it is not the time
to easily sight
what is unreal over my eyes
i was down , but they….
so easily gliding over the snow
falling gradually
that i thought it was because
the empty spaces they had created
between them
It is proper for empty hands and empty hearts
both
those who are falling, those are ready to fall off
they could see
they are not alone
but welcome
Who is beyond ,
hand in hand
under the buildings or the cities
they still have the hope
that you will fall too
Well !
I took my Uber, quickly
saving my poetheart!
because i am not so fearless
and i swore I am never drinking again!
Poetheart! 