Com acúcar e com afeto!!!!

Sung by:
Nara Leão and Chico Buarque

With sugar and affection
I made your favorite candy
for you stay at home

Oh! How
With your more beautiful suit you go out, i do not believe
When you say you’ll do not delay

You say you are a worker
Goes in search of wage
To be able to support myself

Oh! How
On the way at the work
There is a bar on every corner
For you celebrate
I do not know what

I know someone will sit down together
You will talk to kill the time
discussing football

And staring the skirts
Of those who live by the beaches
Colorful by the sun

Come evening and another sip
I know happy ‘ma non troppo’
You’ll want to sing

in a matchbox a new friend playing an old samba

For you remember

When night finally tired you
You come like a child
To cry my forgiveness

Ih! what
Tell me not to be sorry
Says that will change our lives
To please my heart

And when i see you so tired
Battered and bruised
Still wanted to annoy me

Oh! what
soon i’ll warm your diner
I kiss your portrait
And open my arms to you

A simple Poetheart!

poema-e-poesia1Like a simple poetheart!

I can not bear
the loneliness of others
or the sun that is not my
I just can  not see
All these people   makes so much noise
I prefer my empty box
no sounds, just to appease me

I do not want your happiness
because it is not my

your smile
because it is fake to me
your  words
that makes no sense

I want to be free
of all these brands
all this involvement
I want to be able to suffer if I need   be
just for me

or drop endless tears on me
to one day be reborn


back to my childhood
and be happy again
forgetting the priests, of course

and not be an attachment of my memories
at time

I do not want to give
Be  something to be enjoyed
I want  be wrong and overlooked!

To be is much complicated!

when necessary is for …

I have blood in my veins
to support myself
let me be human
not benevolent

just a simple divine spark
like  we all were  at beginning of the time
but they say that God rules all over us
and cling to it

let me be what I am
unhappy, happy, full and empty
please allow me do this
from trying so much to understand
what is forbidden
I,  how a crazy woman
trapped in myself

then release me, please
just let me be what I am
a simple  poet heart.



Attached to my last poem

Dear last poem
I am very frustrated with you! In fact you almost ended up in the trash. You are only there , for my lack in understanding how applications work properly on my blog.keep-calm-and-apologize
You spent a week in my head. Prowl around , tormenting me with the story of small drawers.
What are they? I wondered for over a week. And every day practicing   one verse or  a stanza and could not get rid of the damn drawers.
This caused me a huge frustration! Needed to do something.
Today, driven by one imprudence and wanting to feel free once and for all ,(that feeling of inefficiency) i decided to expell you “poem”.

I needed to go ahead, think about other things, other words, rhymes.
So reading another Poet finally came the inspiration ….. Rage! That’s it! Anger of a poem that had not yet been written in words but it was closed, closed in my mind.
You know that poem is just not mind, or just intellectual abilities, academic. That  is why you do not get out of the paper. You were locked on my  brain.
Where were my real emotions?

Here, dear Poem! In this white sheet.

To give vent to my anger a relief!

Have you ever imagined such a shame? Explain yourself, and you release me from this responsibility once.
Everyone is wondering why He hates me, sometimes, or why I go into the drawers, divided. And I say, I do not know. I do not know! I think it’s about acceptance. That’s all I can say.
But you know me and not revealed that for me!
A Poet  came close to decipher. My friend and Poet Dweels! And my dear all, Poet Midnight Voices too.
Thank you friends. You opened my doors!

Because of you, by these endless metaphors I’m in this delicate situation with my readers and Poets friends . Having to ask for forgiveness!

I ask for  apologize!

And, please,

Blame the poem not me!
Writing this attached, now I’m really relieved.
A hug to all my dear friends and readers  and please excuse me the drawers, the metaphors and the English. Hugs


Hate Me! Love me!

hate and lovewhen

The  night wake me up cold as ice

stretching its grips over my pillow

rustling ~ pain,  sweetness sounds~

i am so confortable welcome
on my room


there, you Hate me

i melted myself  being  able

in several tiny drawers

to hide , dusty  woman ~ a  outsider ~

dividing me – tearing  me in pieces –

no blood, no sound, discreet

i think i don’t fit in so much darkness

(don’t know if is

the  space or me)

even that way

one sickly ravishment alight on me!

let me enjoy  on it, in  my somber soul
when I passed by you  in white clouds ~ you are ~
when you passed by me just

a stranger with nothing to give

hate me like that! Just a bit!