Poesia (18.4)

My Road

It is my own path

I am building.

Yellow brick by yellow brick

Of my magic road

That shall lead me

To my

And only my own

Path

I am building

Though no small person

Shall step on it

Intruders might come

But without a warning

None shall stay

It is my own results

I am looking for

And none shall come in peace

I am building my path

In blood

And only blood interests me

I want my road

To be red;

And red it shall be.

Poesia (18.3)

Nepente

Devagar sem alarde

De mansinho foi chegando

Sem sequer pensar muito

Nos rumos que íamos tomando.

Sem mandar nas manobras

Deixei vires até aonde querias

Deixei deitar aqui eu mesmo

E tu ao meu lado

Mesmo sabendo que só no depois

Realmente estarias.

Ainda não há cheiro nem gosto

Ainda não há pele macia

Mas nos meus sonhos

Há algo que eu talvez

Sequer conhecia.

Foi-se tarde a dor de outrora

Que talvez volte mais tarde

Num descuido do agora

Tua presença se revelou

Tão forte

E com ela quero ficar

Até onde tivermos coragem

Já que levastes embora o sofrimento

Sem me tomar nenhuma vantagem.

Poesia (18.2)

Under The Moon

As the sky would go dark

I would kiss your lips

Gently

And as the night would come

I would move my body

Towards yours

And make belief that we are here

For the night.

Finally the moon would show her face

And I would lay you by my side

And make a mess out of your hair

While singing a well-known song

That would make you see

That this dream shall come true

And under the moon

I would kiss you so gently

It would make you want

Never to wake up.

Under the moon

Your lips would meet mine

And let the night in the hands

Of the future.

Just under the moon

And with her as our own

Witness.

Poesia (18.1)

A part

A wish of happiness

That has never been so sincere,

A deep wish of happiness

That people would claim

That shouldn’t come in tears.

Hopping for the better.

Tired of this whole story.

Moving as fast as I can

But not trying at all;

I’m moving with the wind blowing

My face

As I never believed

I’d be capable of.

Cheering for the best

Of all the human involved

In this messy disagreement of gentlemen.

And rooting for new beginnings.

For the new beginnings of us

Apart.