I was reading “horoscope for the Day”
they sent to me a pretty Quote
to repeat it
a thousand times
and to wait…..
I think for the benefits
I have to confess
i dont like too much
to have to wait or do things
in the same way or use the last words….
one of my few qualities
be on time and learn fast
Oh! I’ve been wait for you!!!
“I love you”
Oh! How i am cinic when i pretend
that i believe
i just get embarrassed
and not knowing what to say
but what i wanted to say or scream loud
Please, that is not necessary
i am being polite… that is all….
that doesn’t mean
I am not romantic
I am….. Sometimes….
i like candles lit and the reflex that it does
weaving all forms in a misty way
as if that moment were unreal
and it is
at least to me and brief
Because the dim light it is fading
and taking away all my feelings
It is just another day!
Into the bad night
i mourns over your body
and i lit two candles
I received the clear message
of loneliness …
Sealed on me just the memory
melted and burning my hands
when i was tired
I blew on your candles
and l lighted others
These, The Wind Alone
I had no pain or burns
treacherous and dreadful way!
I just took care of my hands
How i am brief!
na noite má
velei teu corpo
e acendi duas velas
recebi o recado da solidão
Fiquei só com a lembrança da cera
derretida e queimando as minhas mãos
quando cansei da solidão
apaguei suas velas
essas, O Vento sozinho apagou
Não tive trabalho
nem dor nem queimaduras
caminho incerto, pavoroso!
cuidei apenas das mãos
Como Eu sou breve
The Hell’s Gate – Rodin Garden
I wish I had all this gratitude
permanent on this world
A world of grateful people
But I can not.
I have to remind to myself to be grateful
to say thanks
it seems it doesn’t work very well
And there I am …. empty
trying to bargain with God
Lord excuse me but I’m here with nothing inside !
and I was forced to apologize!
still nothing there but….
Can i get one point?
Perhaps a reward?
I used to pass by the small chapel to go to church’s garden
But on the way there was a priest in black
Be grateful they sing …. The flowers are just right there!
Am I doomed? Did I care?
I’m still here drinking my coffee
and I am waiting for my apocalypse
That certainly will fall over me !
People say to me to pray .
Pray for the damage? Pray for the dead?
the damage was done Darling and the dear ones Gone
What is that?
It is a new plan to make life easier?
doesn’t matter anyway
I look inside and one stripped soul
but i have few regrets to share
if anyone cares….
i have my special cigarette
Any God interested?
as I would like to be grateful!
I like when he walks by my poems
he does it for years
I can see him passing through my door
every other day
Good Morning… I am here again…
to see your face of words!
to see how are you
to say i care
I had a book in my hands last night
in a thrust i stopped to read looking my fingers
they are so childish
as if the two rings never had existed before
So i gave to life
Hands and Faces
one more day
as He gave to me …
waiting for my face of words
with my tireless childish hands
Some people, the mostly, they see all with blue lenses
I envy them….
I love the blue too you know
but i am unable to find my contact lens
As others do….
I am always banging my head
or stumbling and cursing
sad or feeling bad ~ Grenadine Color ~
slamming all doors as i was the angry wind
problems with the clearness too
i spend more than i can
i drink beer and i love sleep until later
I left people crazy with my silence
indifferent to people’s feeling
I am sarcastic, ironic
Alone in this world!
I pretend and i lie too
just to complete the story
this hole inside it is so big and dark
that sometimes i feel as it should swallow me
and i’ll never get see the other’s blue
But then i envy all this, emerging from my color
i hit my head, i stumble, i curse
and sometimes, just sometimes
i open my heart
damned!!! It burns……