The history of alcohol, cigarettes and other good things!!!

indio dançando
tum tum tum
urgh, ghrum, ghrum
Is the “white man” at 6 pm
asking for his drink

millions years ago

no table, no cup
but always a thong and the eager to go


creck, crack, oops
is the lonely alchemist
trying to find a way
to solve
the thirst of the troglodyte
and he got it!!!!

a million  years ago!

the cave’s woman knew
that she needed , so
get the paint for her hair
and others things too

~ her compensation ~
for our fall from the sky

OOH! AAH! yes, yes , yes
is the iIndian People
handling colors
and a ~ smoke trees ~ raising

time before time…. years ago!

But God forgot
and slept and slipped ugly

And the cave’s man and woman
meet with the alchemist
by chance ……
and all of them
wanted a beer, a chemistry for hair
and something more……

the Indian people
~ inhale and bail ~
with fire, smokes and colors

singing ~dancing~
Heya! Yeah! Heya! Yeah!

Brave Men! ! ! ! day 23

iraq_warI like brave men
those who goes to war
and finally returned
dividing up with us their visions

I like angry men
that dispute their  honour and bravery
in a table of bar
sharing with us their strength

I like drunk men
that spit their stories and say obscene language
with your friends
separating the good slice with us,  their laughts

I like human men
that give all time
the best and the worst
and seal our hearts with a long kiss!

heart of words – Day 8 naprowrimo

write about heart

a leap in the darkcoração de letras2


is all about me all the time

i hid or reveal

i expose or preserve

my poetical verve

which i took passionately

what i see in others eyes

what i smash in others hearts

is so pleasure to me

the smell

the drops of blood of you

and i write in red

sucking and drinking until the last sip

what was not mine!

after ripper and wound you

swallow you all

!finally a place to rest!

and i put it all in verses

I steal

and you

are so happy

I put you on heaven

your emotions, despair

a scene of your imagery

lay on a satin sheet

on the corner of your bed

I dared, be more that i can!

shaking by shame

with sweat on my body

i let the Devil go away

doing my last pray

Oh! Poetry, darling one,

giveme  my win