Do you remember me?

stopping by1Well, well
it seems i am back
about two years,
Dead
again, stumbling into words
because it should be   The touch but comes out The man

as if they were even
in weight and value

No, no
it depends of the hunger

Yes, yes
i am really back…

Dead diminish spaces

but not desire

 

 

Lunar

And because i know that time always deceives us

that it is never perfect because time  always fails with us

and, therefore, it is little, it is time, it is few

 that our words do not complete us

 our sight do not reach us

I to you, you to me

So… i am Lunar… I have to be

because i seek a pattern

 i need … The soundness of your look

that lies within our absence

and that fills each one of us with nothing

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And because  you are Intention

You rule the seasons

sometimes warm me, sometimes you are my solitude….

 the little, the few, the nothing  you gave me

runs through the lunar cycle and back again to warm me  up

and i love you for that

Medieval Love

I think it’s time to write

I think speak directly interfere in something more sublime.

Our silence. Our medieval melodic line.

Unhurried!
We need to respect
The  pause … between our breaths.
Restoring the hearts to normal beats.
When possible! If possible!
So when we do not talk , when in silence and in solitude is allowed to us

an intense feeling….
inside the restlessness and the remembrance
ours minds flow loose.

All is revive! Sudenly!

And how we are simple, and naive, Love silently weaves its dominion over us.

But we do not know it.

We are concerned to hold tied the strong beats
and avoiding to listen the melodic sound
and avoiding to fell that little pain, that charm that have remained for so long.

Listen carrefully!

Those who fall in love, usually need to apologize for the long silence that is established between them. But the silence and solitude ennobles us . It is the pause and the slow pace that precede a high feeling.

If love can be in that way. Innocent and simple. I think we love each other!Picou,_Henri_Pierre_-_Romeo_and_Juliet

Letter to Mr Dorian 2

Dear mr. Dorian
I think has been almost 4 years i did not write to you. Because you did not write to me in return!

As you are a dear friend and need to know how things is going here on earth
As the heaven it seems soft to you now and  Unfortunately earth is rough to me

(I love this word, the sound is so lengthy! Unfortunately!!!!)

As i need to talk with someone more  than you need to listen me
there we are again!

 

 
You have no place to go anyway  but into my wind head, be patiente!

 

 
How is heaven? Anyone there has names? Any God welcomed you? As you know  here,  we have several . Did you found your friends , family?
Down here everything seems just a deep blue, when i look to above. But they still are affirming that NO. That has more on the sky thant clouds, air and blue. Ok

 

On this letter i want to talk a little more about me. Is it important to you? Still? As i am not One but a multitude.
I am growing older and i dont like of that and i am thinking on change my face.

But who am I without my face or my laugh? My sideways glance it would not be possible and my kisses would be also hanging by wires. No! You’ll not like that.
They almost put me on the line.

Wires!

Take a note. Now and here, the wires, they are important , powerful and invisible too.  Not just to mascarate our faces or bodies . You  can be what you want  but never what you really are.And we love it!

Unfortunately! you’ll never see the real expression of a sweet heart!

Do you remember the painting? Is the same my friend  just taking very  seriously.    It is something equivalent as a God . Your only option is say “YES” in adoration.

If you look as i do very carefully you’ll notice the strange movements and that something simply does not fit or is abnormal. But we are great hanging on our walls!

It can be  someone or something  invisible manipulating  us?  OH!   What a silly though isn’t it? How could be possible? We are so moderns, civilized  and cultured!

Dont think too much about it or worry  because  donw here we  dont give a damn!!! Sometimes  I think,   with myself “what most can be take for us” without realizing that we are  f…?

But we  have some positives things too. We are all equals and we wish the same things. Is a communism in reverse . We still do not have equal rights and access to all and private property is just a for a few. But we are happy in that way. It!s wonderful how we are originals.
We buy from  them. We Work  to them

and shop, chopp, chop!

But then comes the best part !!!!They say in several languages that is through love of toward others , learnead in a book , that we would regulate this transition. Interesting! Economy based in religion and faith!Oscar Wilde

I am thinking in moving to Papua-Guiné! It is true! They are real  civilized there.

 

 

 
. You are very popular here and i still love you so much but  sometimes i am confused with you and the creature. Sorry for that.  They grab me  when i am unnoticed and put me on the line. Dont worry…. I am the same, with the same heart and laugh and back to the beautiful caos.

NO WIRES HERE PLEASE!
I am going now. With love, forever

Poetheart

Time

he is the master of my  time
old and fat with his  pirate hat

rolling over his bare feet
on gorgeous barrel of  Rum

one barrel … rolling through the rough sea

 the man the barrel and the waves

they are the symbol of the  time

a time that i cant understand

but i am here, living
and he is there counting, turning and laughing

I do not know what it means
he just sent me a vivid picture

he wants me to believe that he’s a cartoon
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and   mercilessly he cast  an   enigma into  the time

But this has  been  for so long!

Please!

This has  been for so long!

 

 

My Reptil Heart aches !

Am I changing?
Oh! MY!
I am a reptile heart again!

so dry and empty
aching inside
waiting the victim to love and misguide

My words are gone?
Really?
So… i think in how to tear you apart

my heart is hard and insensible?
OH! how do i’ll start?
to kill you first or taste you alive?

Hum! My tongue runs through my lips
and saliva droplets just fall

Just wait darling!

Am i living without a sligth wire of love?
Love , that thing that could makes me more human?

Love that could help me to write again?
With my human  hands back and all the rest?

Am I ?

How you dare!

my first bite will boot up your neck out
and i will lick slowly your blood
absorving your strenght and all your talent
inside your bloodly flesh

Because Green Eyes, after you
I am rythmn in decay

i am meaninglesreptile green eyes
and babbling senseless words
as the crazy women in an asylum

But i am changing my love
and a weak rain falls on me

silver rain at day, troubled waters at night
At Night! At the Bay!
Green Eyes !

As i promissed to my friend and writer The Lonely Author , here i am, Back! Thank you  for the support!

Poetheart

Deep Blue Sky

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Foto by Nicholas Buer Asthophotografy

we have to be very careful
when we dream
in days of a deep blue sky

he,  who tore a hole above the sky … and peered …. All he saw and all  he did not understand was a blue mixed with white rounded clouds . …. He did not know, could not know. Then he threw himself from above. Charmed, fascinated! Above the sky! The gravity, sweet and unknow. A first encounter an adventure!
. And he just fell … but he did not understand the fall …. He knew nothing …. Just the soft fall into that deep blue ….. Does he not think that he can not come back? … Back to the ice edge above the sky? Did  he not see that he will fall infinitely ? Into the unknow, into the deep blue?

That hole was open …. A hole above the sky. Torn as  were thin ice, broken in the middle of a lake …
Much later ….. I do not know how many millennia crossed the time and another being had the same curiosity to look far away throught  that broken edge …. I think there was some enchantment. The unknown height, the nervous wind. In All that immensity he just jumped like his ancestor.
Condemned theyself to fall forever. Searching for A soft place to fall … Searching for love maybe?
So, i think….

We have to be to be very , very careful
when we dream
in days of a deep blue sky

 

 

Misplaced and Upside Down (Senses)

 

when I think  about all   around
comes to me a sweet smell in the air
so I do not think
I breathe
a few of you

a lump in my  throat , a  pain or  a longing
I used to flow it  into my  poems

~as formely~teto de estrelas
but you simply gone away
Hence … all this confusion

a wish, an absence, an image
comes to me through sounds
and I dance,

~still~
so I do not feel
I do not feel!
I just listen
a few of you

I’m here
hoping you to  restore
all this confusion
After all, everything has to go back to
their common place

Quickly… It is all upside down

Here

Thinking and writing
at least

~ that i got from you~
but I could not keep
because your  absence bothers me
unfortunately!!

But the memories are still in the same place
working well
my grim love too
I guess….
and you? How are you?

The Lover

The Lover kissIt is soft and round
pink and smooth
sometimes exudes a perfume
some mouth
mouth of flowers
He draws in the air

touching ~even having a ghost   hands~

And he wonders

it is a woman’s sense
fooled by a  kiss in a glass
bottled in a bottle of perfume
It is silk!
And now he only wants stand there
between the anguish of seeing
but not being able to touch

It is soft and round
pink and smooth
beyond the window’s kiss

A Passionate’s Queue

A passionate’s queue
It is never fair
the First one loves no one
but just himself
(and I do not know what he is doing there)
But arouses tremendous love
in that girl who is just behind him
he never notice her or realized her existence

He is Narcissus in am empty view

The third one on this queue

is plenty of love and hate
for her and for him

That is an endless path
that is repeated in the corners
bars, houses. romances

and brothels

as vengence

feelings drowned in bottles and puffs of cigarettes

Just Whom loves someone

has the best view of things

but in charge

a heart that does not beat anymore

They remain stand on that place

full of first, second and third persons
with love, passion and desire
whatever

one day
someone , he or she

 that loved so much
in the both ways

the right way and inside out
on this poem and these hearts

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will see yourself alone

He calls Cain as he intends to kill
She is called Aurora, the girl who cries
He, Oh! HE!
Nightfall , who loves no one but is loved by all
At Day, as Aurora love

At night as Narcissus drowned

Obs.:  This poem was written originaly in Portuguese.  Difficult to translate. Sorry for possible errors 🙂 🙂