longinghe sit behind those windows
as a right ~minimal~

thinking Alone ~ exhausted~
gleaming as a solid  carved figure
so real ~so heavy ~
A silent message from a silhouette
intense and living

steps disturbing  his thought
far away….but coming

breaking  away the not shared  thoughts

~to search for  ~ a little of love~
a tactile hand paused on his head
fingers entwining the hair
a cozy breath a warm touch
a tender kiss on his back
another deep breath
fall apart  ~ the guaranteed silence~

he stands up ~knowing~

Economic Feelings
to the life

Cooking for you – day 4 napowrimo

cooking is love made visible

if I had to cooking for you
first I have to think of you

and make you special to me

but damn….expectations….

you will be my first special dish
in years…..

I would not get through the kitchen
there….oh! Just an excuse….

but i’ll be at the dining room
waiting for you….

i would open the door

with snacks and wine and one heart so tight

and a breath so contain displayed on my face

that you’ll smile….

and introduced you in my life….
and a beautiful table to delight

two candles, the old china
two glasses of wine

~ could be a Chablis~
the only one I like
as you i think….

I would ask you to choose the music
and maybe we dance

in a trance….

one of the 70 or 80


i dont know if is because you are so close to me

your scent… all is new in you…

i’ll poured so much salt,

because you are so beautiful on this suit
that the shrimp, will be cremated

i dont know….

better we dance and enjoy

this smoke…. could be our mist
fogged eyes, cold hands, touching for the first time
beating heart, blush on my face….


love for tonight it is not so bad is not?
salted and burned
not…not so bad

Sweet Death! Day 15 napowrimo

On the waves
lost on a wrong place
too big and vast
and the time urges
the surface!

but my breath is not the same
and i sink
breathlessness into the deep
into the  grey blue

Am I on the ocean?
Am I on tears?

not for longer

by my numb mind
i accepted the dive
as i sink
and i find snorkeling Angra dos Reis1 peace
why I supposed swallow

Then i realize

how sweet is death on the sea

Letters of Love between Poets!

On this days seems impossible

Letters of Love between Lovers!

letters of pure love

remarkable feelings

that capture our


in one single moment!


Oh! sorry! are you not poet?

Are you a man so worried?

or a woman so empty?


But the letters come and go

without your approval

or advertisement!

Yes, its exists!

Incredulous Perfects Humans!

Love captured in a unique moment

far away your expertise

and judgment.

Beyond this world

exist a brief to breath

I write and

he writes

we write.

and for you

so lonely and empty

i say,

attention in love words

it might transform you

and awake your sleepy heart.

Oh! Just

Hear the poets

the music that comes from them

read your words

Be fragile and cry

like i cry

but keeping reading

and you will die!

a sweet death
could  feed you heart.

That’s what poetry is

Poets and feeding souls


on the strange and

secrets fields