"When we were children, we used to wait for the fireflies together,when you went away, I still wait for them, though I hoped you were with me."

Fortress

All my hopes are on you,
Brother!
Nothing left for me,
Only you, no other.

I feel completely alone,
And with a huge load on my shoulders,
Not even one left,
To do what no one in right mind ponders.

I bring a secret that blackens my soul,
My eyes are still petrified,
It's only my fault,
Never justified.

In the room the smell of guilt,
Impregnates my lungs,
A scene was built,
So much grief, so young.

Carefully architected,
Performed with regret,
The inevitable is announced ...

Loud and in good tone,
Now everyone knows ...

Now the corridor has doubled in size,
The walls makes me suffocate,
I guess I never realized,
Until it was too late.

The weight of power,
The loneliness of choice,
Was the blow...the more lower,
That silenced his voice.

Stand up, brother!
We're side by side,
Wrap me in a protective hug,
Calm down my restless mind.

You may never know,
The real significance of this moment,
The time is freezed as snow,
I'm stuck, no movement.

No longer is my destiny at stake,
The proportions are surreal,
It's like a bad dream, but I'm awake,
Trying to discover the meaning of the real.

Real things are happening,
Am I real enough?
That piece of metal shining,
And everyone trying to read my thoughts.

They expect so much of me,
So many decisions to be made,
Tonight is just the beginning,
The first stain on my blade.

Come with me, brother!
I need you so hard,
I can be their hope,
But you are my strength so far.

Zero

Distance of a mere eyelid is what separate,
We took a long time to find ground zero,
But we did it...

There is still time?
He says that we are open to so much more.......

He says: No, it's not too late.......
I know we can give us so much more

If is not too late...

Which side of the bridge is right?
Two sides of one ocean,
Miles away in a straight line.

He says he knows,
The meaning of zero.

Zero is nothing but everything,
It's a fresh start.

Starts now,
A 360 degree turn,
Back to your essence.

Mathematically you can add infinite,
To infinity.

Zero vector,
What starts,
Ends in the same place.
Force.
But  impossible movement,
He crosses the bridge
Which still runs parallel
Across the town.

Mental map,
Of sentimental things,
Written in blue ink.

Dead words,
Loose in the wind,
Do not ever come back,
They find their own way...

He wants to prove to me,
There is a zero vector in this story.
I tell him that I don't believe.
Even though... 
I know,
Nothing in my world...
Will make sense without it...
Will make sense without him...




.

Little emperor of the town

Looking out of the window,
Fog and rain in the city,
A tall, slim figure walking in the crowd,
Unnoticed, invisible,
Little emperor of this town,
At the height of his twenties.

The sky in his eyes,
In petrified blue....
The fog in his hair,
Of the sun is a clue....

All stars in a puddle,
Short pants that aren't wet,
Bunches of noodles,
Fly loose.... yet.

Reflections of a gray city,
Stained in red,
I don't know your identity
Why so disinterested?

It's after five,
No time for tea or beer,
Big and great, Ben is still alive
In higher place, to peer.

He has a funny way of walking,
Especially when he's in a hurry,
It's just a kid, but here is the king,
The pressure is too big to worry.

How many bridges to connect him with his own soul?
In underground soil,
The music keeps playing forbidden and foul,
He holds his guitar like a foil.

Little emperor and his sword,
The world is in your feet,
You only must to say a word,
Be strong and sweet.

He smiles....
The poetry emanates and shines.

Across of the sea,
Is his castle,
Waiting for him,
In his own battles.

He sighs....
Hands on thighs.

The long, awkward legs,
A new path to beg.

Three shadows and his guitars,
Jumping puddles and distancing,
He's just a boy owner of the stars,
Stars and their eyes ... romancing....

In a jump stands up,
The music is fading,
Fellows are already disappearing,
Laughing out loud,
How could they know?
You were the little emperor of this town?

"Que leva as pessoas a ficarem juntas? A poesia seria cúmplice, desde o começo, desse sentimento que se chama amor. Eu acho que é uma coisa perfeitamente lógica, natural, porque a poesia, se vocês olharem bem, ela é o amor entre os sons e os sentimentos. Ela já é na sua substância, intrinsecamente, ela já é amor, já é aproximação, no sentido que é amor entre os sons e os sentidos, num sentido que a prosa não é. É por isso que a poesia não morre. Por que essa coisa tão inútil que não consegue sequer se transformar decentemente em mercadoria num mundo mercatório, esse mundo em que vivemos? Qualquer editor principiante sabe: poesia não vende."

[Paulo Leminski]

Star madness

[lines still in progress... ]

You came from nowhere
Somewhere out there
Where people still sit under trees
Where wasps are just a bunch of wanna-bees

But you're stuck in this city... big
Where the turtles looking sad in a pet store.
They... you... don't belong here... indeed
You can't do this anymore.

Buy him and give him his freedom back
How much for?
You saved him as if it were your own neck
Is this what are you looking for?

You say:
See! The leaves are turning!
Turning around in eternal inflation
Like infinite universes being created infinitely
You look to sky, like as to find salvation

There's not place in this Earth for you
So, you lose yourself in the sky
I wish I can find this too
This shine reflecting in your eyes

But don't trust the cloud.
Don't put anything up there.
It's so loud...

Only inflated dreams,
And screams being suffocated
It's higher then seems
Hardly released...

Meditation
Interstellar. Looks. Amazing. Old school space vibes
Space trip of creation
You go for miles...

Morbidly off-piste.

Writing...
Will be not a complete play or book
But I'm still trying
Get off my phone please U2!

The great outdoors.

Emptiness is loneliness
And loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness
And god is empty just like us.

This empty is a feeling
Our perception
Of that one life is just a beggining
For one higher purpose without misconception

The apocalypse maybe is coming
Stars will be arrested on the ground
While the moon still be growing
We will can be found

Time to put the crown on.
'cuz the dreamers will be the first to be eaten
Swallowed by the black hole
Without being forgiven

Forgiven for to see stars on the floor,
And to walk in the clouds
For to want more
For to make music with any sound
Forgiven by the loves, musings and sins
And not to be as they should be...

Odi et amo

"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
 Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."

[Catullus]

To a true love

In my sad, quiet song,
A melancholy air,
I shall look deep and long
At loss beyond compare,
And with bitter tears,
I'll pass my best years.

Have the harsh fates ere now
Let such a grief be felt,
Has a more cruel blow
Been by Dame Fortune dealt
Than, O my heart and eyes!
I see where his bier lies?

In my springtime's gladness
And flower of my young heart,
I feel the deepest sadness
Of the most grievous hurt.
Nothing now my heart can fire
But regret and desire.

He who was my dearest
Already is my plight
The day that shone the clearest
For me is darkest night
There's nothing now so fine
That I need make it mine.

Deep in my eyes and heart
A portrait has its place
Which shows the world my hurt
In the pallor of my face.
Pale as when violets fade
True love's becoming shade.

In my unwonted pain
I can no more be still,
Rising time and again
To drive away my ill.
All things good and bad
Have lost the taste they had.

And thus I always stay
Whether in wood or meadow,
Whether at dawn of day
Or at the evening shadow.
My heart feels ceaselessly
Grief for his loss to me.

Sometimes in such a place
His image comes to me.
The sweet smile on his face
Up in a cloud I see.
Then sudden in the mere
I see his funeral bier.

When I lie quietly
Sleeping upon my couch,
I hear him speak to me
And I can feel his touch.
In my duties each day
He is near me alway.

Nothing seems fine to me
Unless he is therein.
My heart will not agree
Unless he is within.
I lack all perfection
In my cruel dejection

I shall cease my song now,
My sad lament shall end.
Whose burden aye shall show
True love can not pretend
And, though we are apart,
Grows no less in my heart.


[Mary Stuart]

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