"Vou Ter"

"Vou ter"

Existo, logo hesito
Pelo simples fato de ser e pensar
Assim...

Liberdade...
Tênue linha entre a solidão
E meros persistentes devaneios...

Porém volto a ti
Meus ternos pensamentos,
Momentos que nunca vivi.
Esqueço o discurso prévio...

Hesitar se torna fútil
E existir se faz todo e qualquer sentido.

Marte - me

Marte - me

Flutuo e me deixo ir
Com gosto de terra em minha boca
E de raízes as quais me prendi.
Não mais me vejo como antes...

Com Fobos e Deimos, converso
E não sou correspondido
Aqui tudo é vermelho
Não de sangue...
Nem de paixão...

Vago o inóspito
Com o calor escaldante
Deteriorando minhas córneas,
Ultravioleta...

O oasis nunca esteve tão perto,
Naus de ferro e robótica
Chegam aos poucos...

Explosões surdas
Brilham sobre minhas têmporas
Novamente...

Mas dessa vez
Eu flutuo,
Flutuo me deixando ir
Salivando o gosto da terra
A galáxias - luzes daqui.

The Smile

The Smile

Spare me a smile
Glanced over your shoulders.
The void...
Then darkness...
Afar again.

The touchable presence of yours
A pleasant time by some waterfall
The farmer's backyard...
Then the sun...

Seems we have passed out
For months...weeks
Staring the treetops
Or just my fantasy...

I still can't look at those pictures
Without bringing you alive

The true and pure smile
Insists on keeping me blind.

Our Water

Our water


Longer days on summertime...
UV rays shattering the glassy office
That reflects a chapel

Across the street
Leisure for the business man
Whose moistened feet
Lays during the lunch time

An itinerant hostel
For the homeless and beggars
Among tourism
By the house of books

The greenish path to insanity
As I see
The gothic architecture

The colorful defocus spots
Glisten weaved in the used water

Democratic.
Amuse me
And I don’t fear to touch it.

A sign

A sign

Lobsters lovers

Soaked fingers

With spicy sauce

Late afternoon in Marblehead

Stores closed

The scent of sandalwood comes evident

Each time waves crashes

Against the slippery slime rocks

The meeting starts at the luxurious bistro

Con men only stalked by the lighthouse spot

Approaching cool breeze from deep ocean

Then darkness

Takes place over the restaurant deck

I knew it

This place is mystic

I cannot deny

Long time, no sea

“Long time, no sea”

Long time, no see - said the mate

Seems to be friends greeting around me

And talking about their lives and wives

Interrupted by their kids asking money for lemonades

Chatting and staring the skyline

Sunset , 4th of July

For those friends , the time lost doesn’t really matters at all

And they wanted more than ever

Revive stories in a fraction of seconds 

Moments gone...

Cheers to make a toast

For the true value of a friendship

Whose concludes and flows its cycle right there in front of me

It can take a long time for this to happen

But there is no “sea” who can destroy it.

Saturn Rings

Saturn Rings

We crushed like the Saturn rings
Then you became cold
with the moonlight above...

The glisten beauty of your pale skin tone
Sedimenting traces of my deluded attempt
Keeps us rounding in circles...

Now I can stare further
From where we started...
I gather the crumbs
Not to loose you...
But to tell you
Where we must be together.