you’re my rain
that rained in so many places before
until reach me
you soaked, sowed and reaped
but now you’re my rain
that will watering me every night
and mix your waters in my
a little pain, a little love
balanced during the day
but when the night comes
and you guess ~your hands between my legs~
water’s hands soft and warm
what storms that we may be
below and above
Writing together with the Poet Anthony Burkett
To the tiger that is showing your fangs
walking like human with slowly cadence
brightening the short distance in between me and him
with his yellow sparkling eyes
with all respect sir for your dark stripes
moving along my heart just now so so tight
i have to shoot you and kill you sorry
…but i need survive
too bad Mr. Tiger… so sorry…
to take your meal from you
for my own
Something must to be delivered
or could be ~Someone??~
No one knows at this tragic time which was the truth
~the veracity of the facts~
hand over at the doorstep
placed so careful to always remember..to remember
The tiny thing~ at the threshold~
in a huge place
that could be a Castle….
But It was a Castle for her incredulous eyes
they rang the bell with the pack in hands
and instantaneously the “Surprise” cries
the “Surprise” understood….on a glimpse of crossed eyes
~that Castle was now my~
and the messenger just went away
without one beckon
with the heart so so tight
the addressees just untied the simple lace
that fall down at their knees
Oh! that petite thing that shout
why does it cry so high????
Oh! They never saw such grace in life
How about the Surprise?
Carnivorous and beautiful flower
They are enormous and heavy….
They grow near the ground and also in the high.
Beautiful is not????
Look that fruits!!!
Sitting on a bench park in the Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas, just waiting …. Suddenly I started to pay attention to what was happening in front of me and look what I found … A strange tree with beautiful flowers and carnivora.
I asked and nobody could answer my question … does anyone out there know the name??
Anyway the nature always amazing us….A gift on this heat day
Sometimes I feel unhappy with my words…. I’m very tough with myself ……. People suffer for other things … I suffer because I’m extremely objective …
I speak a lot of things that even I do not understand … and I’m hoping that my readers help me to understand myself …. this is not fair
I can not talk about love …about me… damn …. I’m a poetess I know …but what kind of poetess….If i know anything about it or about myself… . but even in that way my poetry always has a bit of love ….that comes from someone who inspired me … in a short time …. or someone who always inspires me … since I started writing
But is love anyway … well …. that feeling that lack me makes me in a way better … so is love … i think … even if I do not speak about the heart , clouds and touches … is love
A simple summary … I think I ‘m just a summary’s life … of the others lives …. of others feelings… that i capture so well…and sustain in my heart….like was mine….I believe that I’m here to live and write about … the OTHERs… their pain , their feelings , their life and love …. and then again Oh!
I steal what is not mine …. Sorry … i am a thief … because i have nothing more inside me … they took everything from me and I had to start in anyway ….somehow to rebuild my life … so I take your life …your feelings….
Are you happy ? ? You will not even feel that….it’s like a small prick of a needle …and you ‘ll forget so fast …. But me OH… I … I’ll will never forget…..and i ‘ll keep stealing the soul of others…. your soul maybe… But …Thanks for understanding and forgive me….
And you have to know…..for that sin i hold the world in my back
but no one knows….even you….
when or if i remember
all is so blurred and you are the past
because you forgot….i did too
and because poets can easily forget
always has another word…another pen
just some trace on the path
trails of crumbs……. for someone to remember
I go writing and forgetting at same time
leaving behind with my words
a bunch of feelings, love and tears…
a life to be forgotten
in a paper….
writing and forgetting
i turning myself in an aquatic ink form
like a mixed watercolor’s palettes
all colors on my mind… with my hands
until…i dont know
until the next poem….
i thought has lost my breath
as my inspiration~ all at once~
~in precious seconds~
words, words lost in time
i was longing for~ eat love~
for my breakfast… for my evenings
almost taking off my head
almost taking off my heart
throwing away…throwing away
in a very large dump
dump…dump… throwing me away
to forget…to forget myself
in that moment …of my suicide
you come to me
restoring the air on my lungs
still denuded of will
no air…no air…
and my inspiration arises
and bring back our ~heart breakfast~ at my mornings
bring back our ~body dinner~ for my evenings