My little wrinkles!

mirna and wrinklesThey are coming
and i don’t like that
accustomed to a smooth face
folded only by my laughter
and narrowed eyes
when i say ~Yes Baby~

Now all these laughs
and winks
are being  charged from my face

injustice!

so i would have to spend a lifetime
without a smile?
or without flirt?
OH!
face of landscape

the sages say that is good
~i have my doubts~
wise men don’t care about that
and even don’t have it

OH!
want my face back
must stop to laugh all time
and to blink for others
and enter in a box full
of angry bees

~they say that is good~

~i have my doubts~

My sons says to me
~You are still beautiful Mum~
Oh! Still!
From now on just vertical and horizontal lines! ! ! !

my face always given me over
its a waste of time
lie to myself
So, i am brave
lets coming the wrinkles time

yes that is it, come on!

HUMMMMM! ! !

~I still have my doubts~

I gaze you into your eyes and you lie to me

luvas marronjust a brown glove
what was left of her memory

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after  all lies to me

like a curse that you put on me

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there was a woman in leather gloves
delicate hands and thin
blue dress in  tulle
sewn by their own hands
a brown  Chanel purse
distinction of a chic person
the girl next swirled  dress
embroidered bag and satin shoes
how to follow her silhouette
and charm

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I remember when i ask

Why airport?

you smiled to me

bitter smile

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you take my hands

was like were going to the movie

no one single drop or regret in your face

just a smile

hard to me to  decipher in that age

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was no easy to me
Santos Dumont Airport
Rio de Janeiro
a taxi please!

Alone!

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But the fact is or was

i gazed into your eyes

and you lie to me

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Now i have your fashion gloves

for  a tiny hands

from a elegant woman

is what remains

and a wound on my heart

but with charm of course!

He was in black!

 

He was wrapped in black tissue
when some people was shining
~and~
willfully he waits in shadows

at first was just a jacket’s shelter
In black
that evolves for a long dress
ready-made clothes
that made him strong and powerful
in his mind

clothes worn on Sundays
and shinning people in light
and how more gleaming in the sunday morning
how much more is his biting in dark

the light from inside must be clouded
little by little a shadow appears
making bright the shadow light
growing in dark hearts nights

but he claims, i am the light
and a book appears in white
where is she? Where is he?
bent, in a blackness page line

Freddy Krueger Bang

i have no time to sleep
even to dream or have a nightmare
inside my head
has a knot of skeletal fractures

they talk with me and shake your bracelets
calls itself FreddySee-you-in-your-dreams-a-nightmare-on-elm-street-16217430-800-600
and whisper when i dare to fall
and bang bang i am in the floor

promising to me to turn into a Krueger flash
and another
BANG in my head
i open my eyes in suffering

~skeletal- bones~ shaking my bed
and the drums announcing FRED
make me terrified
in this painful and lonely nigh

L’Armata Brancaleone – Go Ahead!

the eminent war
remembering us
how is its bittersweet
a place where has no  one gain
just tears of Marie(s ) and Anne(s)

who is the winner,
Who cares?

people forget
that inside us
and really hidden
the monster lies

the man or woman
that prays in front the meal
OH! God! Bless us!!!!
Coming at sundays to the Church
The Book is your companion
Pray, is the salvation

Believe in My God
they shout
your neighbor, my friend
our sons
all following  peacefully the  way

Until…..

But i have a gun
and is not for fun
and i want to see
the troops doing well
for my Country
and for my own peace

~Are you ready
for the funeral???

The same wind that blows here
unfortunatelly , blows there too

For my Flag and my blood
i pour the chalice of your life

That is why
i have one single certain
and a single belief
Poets and Poetry
That we are

your
Poetry Poet

changes all the world
all the wounds
even when we are so fragil
by our vanity

We took the pen
and pour the own blood
of our hearts and veins
in a single sheet
that changes us and change all

We can fill a thousands of  Red Croix Bus
same beat of  our heart
and instead the number line

or  L'armata de Brancaleone brancaleone_alle_crociate_vittorio_gassman_mario_monicelli_010_jpg_eebr

the direction to drive

Is write

~The Brancaleone Army  ~go ahead~

Thanks God!

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 that love…

let  me adormecida em mármorethere, 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….

Thanks to you!

I have worked too much
and traveled a lot

and give to others what they need

but it is

like the world wants
put me away from dreams
and away from poetry
which requires me more that i can do

~and that ~
kill me slowly
and softly
but i will return
i hope
for my healing
and  always thanks you

for your support

with love
i say thank youImage