Inner Wishes/ Desejos Internos

Inner Wishes

The unmistakeable frame
The place that we wait

Every one has our own
Places to relax flesh and bones.

With no harm
With harmony.

With no greed
No social stratum.

Just the pursuit of happiness
Like a walkabout on the autunm.

This place maybe is lost in time
Stuck in our inner wishes.

Waiting for us
As we wait for it.



Desejos Internos

O retrato inconfundível
O lugar que esperamos

Todos temos o próprio lugar
Para em carne e osso descansar

Sem males
Em harmonia

Sem ganância
Sem status

Apenas a busca da felicidade
Em uma caminhada de outono
Hiatus!

Lugar este, perdido no tempo
Ou preso em nossos
Desejos internos

Esperando por nós
Enquanto esperamos por ele.

21/04/2010

Quiet Street/ Rua Quieta

Quiet Street

Everyone greets each other
While passing on a quiet street.

Everyone hears their own sound
Speak with itself
Whistles a sweet melody
While passing on a quite street.

Only observed by the city eyes
And covered by the tree shadows
The quiet street still always there.

Waiting for the night to come
Placed as a refuge
For rambling souls

That ain't got no one to care for
No one to talk.

At least confess their deep or dumber feelings
By her quiet sidewalk.



Rua Quieta

Todos se cumprimentam
Ao passarem em uma rua quieta

Todos ouvem o próprio som
Falam com si mesmo
Assobiam uma doce melodia
Ao passarem em uma rua quieta

Observados por olhos urbanos
Cobertos pelas sombras das árvores
Jaz a rua ali, por anos

Esperando a noite por vir
Situada como refúgio
De almas andantes

Almas que ninguém se importam
Nem se põem a conversar

Restam os sentimentos
Profundos e tolos
Para a pobre calçada
Extrema-unçar.

22/06/2010

Lonely Place/ Lugar solitário

Lonely Place

Lonely place.
Sometimes is what just we ask for

Place to praise
On knees we see our creeds
Pointed to the floor.

Praise the race
That's becoming inhuman
As the years gone.

Race against
Time that we lost
While they warned us all.

Against men
That only cares to themselves
And forget about the next.

Stressed out by matters
That does not match.

Always finding someone to blame
To point the finger on the face.

And then remember what you just traced
A non return way
To your egocentric
Lonely place.



Lugar Solitário

Lugar solitário
É somente o que pedimos

Lugar de prece
De joelhos, crenças
São apontadas ao assoalho

Prece à raça
Que se torna desumana
Com o tempo que passa

Contra o tempo
Que perdemos
Enquanto fomos avisados

Contra o homem
Que só tem olhos
Para o seu próprio lado

Motivos inexplicados
Para um ser estressado

Culpando o próximo
Apontando o dedo em face

Esquecendo o caminho sem volta
Uma vez por ele traçado
Caminho egocêntrico
Ao lugar solitário.

20/10/2010

Visions of Freedom/ Visões de liberdade

Visions of Freedom

Freedom!
I discuss

Inner and deeper
Grounded
By sheltered fears
That surround us.

Freedom!
I proclaim.

It's like a goal
That we chase
The bullet
And the aim.

Freedom!
I finally ask.

If it's stuck
In our conscious
We better turn it
To primary task.



Visões de Liberdade

Liberdade!
Aqui discuto

Interna e profunda
Castigada
Por medos obscuros
Que nos rodeiam a fundo.

Liberdade!
Eu proclamo

Como uma meta
Que desejamos
A bala
E o alvo

Liberdade!
Finalmente pergunto

Se estás presa
Em sã consciência
Melhor tornemos
Tarefa em eminência.


21/07/2010

Nassau on Rain/ Nassau Chuvosa

Nassau on rain

Rain drops smashing against the crystal water
Tourists filling up the 12-seat cab vans
All rushing towards to Atlantis
That here, emerges overwater

The local music competes with the smooth jazz
That plays along at a crowed coffee shop

It's showering outside
The rain falls
The ocean turns wild

But I am in Nassau
My eternal paradise.


Nassau chuvosa

Gotas de chuva estouram
Contra a agua cristalina

Turistas preenchem as vans de doze lugares
Nas ruas, em fila
Todos a caminho de Atlantis
Que aqui, sobre a agua emerge
Soberante!

A música local compete
Com o jazz macio
Que toca na cafeteria lotada..


Está a garoar
A chuva cai
O mar, voraz

Mas estou em Nassau
Meu paraíso se faz.


18/01/2010

Mess/Desordem

Mess

I've met you in my dreams
Randomly, with no mean.

Shuffled pictures
Hot chocolate
The scent of burning firewood
An italian restaurant
Red and white
A mystical winter night.

Now shuffled phrases
Stardust,Desmond's cool whistle
Tankian's lyrical vocals.

I've met you in my dreams
Among all this mess
I still can remember your sweet traces
Your unforgetable perfume.

Then I close my eyes again
Wishing to find you
To reach you
To tell that all this wasn't in vain.


Desordem

Te encontrei em meus sonhos
Ao acaso, sem querer

Imagens aleatórias
Chocolate quente
Essência de lenha a queimar
Um restaurante italiano
Alvi-grená
Uma mística noite de inverno

Agora, frases aleatórias
Stardust, o sopro cool de Desmond
Vocais líricos de Tankian

Te encontrei em meus sonhos
Em meio a tanta desordem
Consigo lembrar de seus doces traços
Seu perfume inesquecível

Meus olhos volto a fechar
Desejando o teu encontro
Te alcançar
E dizer que tudo isso
Não fora em vão


23/05/2010

Lonely Place

Lonely Place

Lonely place.
Sometimes is what just we ask for

Place to praise
On knees we see our creeds
Pointed to the floor.

Praise the race
That's becoming inhuman
As the years gone.

Race against
Time that we lost
While they warned us all.

Against men
That only cares to themselves
And forget about the next.

Stressed out by matters
That does not match.

Always finding someone to blame
To point the finger on the face.

And then remember what you just traced
A non return way
To your egocentric
Lonely place.

Null

Null

Make Rousseau's words mine
Democracy in large collectives
Is a crime!

We're being fooled
Since the day we were born
Society is becoming far disowned.

Running for politics
Was never too easy
So too creepy.

Promises not turning to facts
We should vote wisely
We must choose the best.

But amidst all these bastards
That our country is full
What remained to our duties
Is to act wise.

Vote null.

Orchid Park

Orchid Park

Years back
On the orchid park
Me and my old fella.

On his bicycle
My sit was marked.

Knew the place upside-down
By the afternoons spent
On funny walkabouts.

While our lady expected for us
With some delicious dish
By her fancy tablecloth.

We didn't notice time passing
As we trying to find the sloth.

Taking a rest by the forsaken well
Eating popcorns and ice cream at last
These are good times
Times that don't come back

For me leaves only
The duty to thank
Flipping the coin into the fountain
Wishing our friendship
For longs and markable days.

Visions of Freedom

Visions of Freedom

Freedom!
I discuss

Inner and deeper
Grounded
By sheltered fears
That surround us.

Freedom!
I proclaim.

It's like a goal
That we chase
The bullet
And the aim.

Freedom!
I finally ask.

If it's stuck
In our conscious
We better turn it
To primary task.

Mess

Mess

I've met you in my dreams
Randomly, with no mean.

Shuffled pictures
Hot chocolate
The scent of burning firewood
An italian restaurant
Red and white
A mystical winter night.

Now shuffled phrases
Stardust,Desmond's cool whistle
Tankian's lyrical vocals.

I've met you in my dreams
Among all this mess
I still can remember your sweet traces
Your unforgetable perfume.

Then I close my eyes again
Wishing to find you
To reach you
To tell that all this wasn't in vain.

Quiet Street

Quiet Street

Everyone greets each other
While passing on a quiet street.

Everyone hears their own sound
Speak with itself
Whistles a sweet melody
While passing on a quite street.

Only observed by the city eyes
And covered by the tree shadows
The quiet street still always there.

Waiting for the night to come
Placed as a refuge
For rambling souls

That ain't got no one to care for
No one to talk.

At least confess their deep or dumber feelings
By her quiet sidewalk.

Inner Wishes

Inner Wishes

The unmistakeable frame

The place that we wait

Every one has our own

Places to relax flesh and bones.

With no harm

With harmony.

With no greed

No social stratum.

Just the pursuit of happiness

Like a walkabout on the autunm.

This place maybe is lost in time

Stuck in our inner wishes.

Waiting for us

As we wait for it.

Wooden Elephant

Wooden Elephant

A wooden elephant
Atracts me on the market sight

Made by the hands
Of a poor african guy.

Her sad and tired eyes
And her colorful tissue
Remind me tribes
That sales arts, for any price.

The one I chose
She emphasized
"There's a little baby inside"

It seems really frighted
Carved by the same hands
Those who wait the help arrive.

Bonitos St.

Bonitos St.

Her old style amuse me
Like no other does

People walk her up and down
And the day goes

By day, it comforts you
Like an old friend

By night, you can be fooled
By her fake dead end

But the name
No one can't deny

A quiet diferent path
That try to hide us from the damn city life.

Complain

Complain



It's easy to complain
And let things like the same

That's a human way
For troubles run away

It's easy to complain
Waiting things by the tray
It`s like hunting a dead prey

Now, people who should complain
Are about to pray

For gods
For array

I stop and admire their brave
It's time for a goal to be traced.

Ocean Drive

Ocean Drive

Colorful lights
By her night

An amusing way
By her day

Restaurants and bars
Each one with their own theme and charm

Staring at the sea
The ocean drives me far.

Impressions of India

Impressions of India


By the stairs of Ganges river
I can see my face grow older

At a crowded marketplace
Sacred animals and people
Rushes together to the same way

By the fragrance of spices
That travels world away

The sound of sitar
By Ravi Shankar
Echoes through the place
Where Mahatma lived once

That's the India I have in mind
A place full of pride.

Texan Guitar

Texan Guitar

I got a Texan guitar
And it works really well for me

Its fancy and shiny plate
And her old-fashioned style
Reminds me when the good music were here

Once I played it
I just could not leave it

Her unmistakable strings
Took me to places I`ve never been

I got a Texan guitar
And packed on my back
It tells me where I must be.

Seagulls

Seagulls


Their noise sounds good to me
Relaxing like massager seat

I wish I could reach as high as they can
I wish I could see from their point of view

Rambling at the bay side
I see them afar
Playing with the cruise ships
Looking for food

I stop and stare
It changes my mood

Now I can back to work
See you here at noon.

Nassau On Rain

Nassau on rain


Rain drops smashing against the crystal water
Tourists filling up the 12-seat cab vans
All rushing towards to Atlantis
That here, emerges overwater

The local music competes with the smooth jazz
That plays along at a crowed coffee shop

It`s showering outside
The rain falls
The ocean turns wild

But I am in Nassau
My eternal paradise.

Puzzle

Puzzle


I got a puzzle that I can`t finish
Like routine troubles
Unsolved during a life

I got a puzzle that pursues me
Like a cobra hunts a lizard
In the sands of time

And puzzle by those puzzles
I will be
Until the end of world arrive!

Working For Nothing

Working for nothing

Working for nothing
Now that’s what all we mean to do

Working for nothing
While we sweat
They don’t regret
All the s**t
They have done

And if it keep rushing through this way
They’ll keep resting
And we working… for nothing.

Grey

Grey

World is grey

And even though
We say that one day
They will survey

Maybe they don’t know what awaits them
If they do
They had changed their route

To another way
More “human”
Less grey.

Jam

Jam

For soul, and from it
That’s what jams propose

Like time travels that nobody knows
They come and go

And as it goes
You feel like other man

In body and soul
That’s what jams propose.

2012

2012

When I heard about the fact
I just can’t avoid saying
2012 my a**

All that media preview
Only will end up as lunatic-future-views
And what we all pretend to not know,
That the end is happening

And we won’t need gypsy hand-readers
To tell us the day and time

That’s why I can’t avoid saying
2012 my a**.

Metropolis

Metropolis

Breathing carbon gas twenty four hours a day
This is metropolis

Living against higher decibels of traffic noise
This is metropolis

Get surrounded by garbage and wrong social being
This is metropolis

Felling in a grey and dark picture pose
This is metropolis

But a fellow at the avenue, reading his book
Sitting on the grass, smiling and waiting for a crowded bus

This is living with metropolis.

Circles

Circles



Rounding in circles
I refresh my soul
Poor men, knows that troubles will be solved by his own

Rich men, pays some fancy lawyer
And gets far from the “bomb”

Keep rounding in circles
Then I get dizzy

How can we have such many differences
On the same f*** species?

Holiday Interrupted

Holiday Interrupted

Holiday at the hills
Or maybe on the countryside
What really matters,
Is to be some miles from disturb issues of a mind

From the window, the lake stood still
Inside the room, by the fire side
Sitting on the grandpa’s armchair
A man asks himself, why should not pull the trigger?

As he did it, his soul felt a relief
By the stereo, Miles “All Blues” solo keeps playing
Woods keeps burning
The lake, keeps glistening the moon above

While the poor and coward young fella
Trade his holiday for a one way ticket to Limbo
Where nowadays is being almost overpopulated.

Green Path

Green Path

When I die
I’ll just ask for a green path
Full of bright white stones
That will guide the way to my grave

Maybe grey, the color, will fill up the picture

When some are crying up there
Others are just happy and relived
To be saying good bye to this whole barbárie

But for now, that’s what I have in mind.

Flag

Flag



The flag that symbolizes the peace
Is resting down in our old and dusty chest

Peace, is now being extinct
And sooner or later, not even flags and parades

Will be necessary to avoid
The end of human race.

Old Lady In The Basement

Old Lady in the Basement

An old lady in the basement
Works hard, like a camel in the desert

Her sad and tired eyes
Resumes the world actual situation

She seems to be young
But society, again, just arrested one of us
To be a servant

And live stuck on a basement
Or maybe in our own disable minds.

Fake Ads

Fake Ads

The world pretends and bails us
Like fake ads

While our money is used
As toilet paper by the multinational bosses

Starving people are begging for just one nickel
To feed their children’s hungry mouth

And finally, I sit down here
And ask myself about years that should not come.