Sunday, April 16, 2006
BY THE SHORE
Out there, by the shore,
There’s an infinity of paths
For us to explore.
Out there we shall walk
We shall wander, hands entwined,
And we don’t need to talk.
I want to take you there
Kiss you there
and tell you,
with our bare feet
buried in the sand,
That I can be your best lover
as well as your best friend.
Friday, April 14, 2006
THE FOOLISH WISE POET AND MY GRANDPARENTS
They are not fools,
as Larkin said.
They are just fading
withering slowly
and perhaps,
yes,
going slightly mad.
They have come to a point
when their minds alone
can help them forget
what’s become of them
and, worse,
what’s coming!...
but they’re not fools
made of skin and bone.
You’re right, though,
“we shall find out”
But you,
old fool,
you’re already just the shadow
of a doubt.
as Larkin said.
They are just fading
withering slowly
and perhaps,
yes,
going slightly mad.
They have come to a point
when their minds alone
can help them forget
what’s become of them
and, worse,
what’s coming!...
but they’re not fools
made of skin and bone.
You’re right, though,
“we shall find out”
But you,
old fool,
you’re already just the shadow
of a doubt.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
to a good student
You were just another someone
And yet
I liked you more than the others.
You were keen and sharp
And oh, so handsome...
It was a pleasure
- a privilege -
To have you there,
Staring at me.
Now you’ve given up
And gone away
I wonder...
Could I have made you stay?
And yet
I liked you more than the others.
You were keen and sharp
And oh, so handsome...
It was a pleasure
- a privilege -
To have you there,
Staring at me.
Now you’ve given up
And gone away
I wonder...
Could I have made you stay?
Saturday, April 01, 2006
APRIL FOOLS
Thursday, March 30, 2006
LIVING IN A BOX
I’m living in a box
and I don’t mind;
I don’t look at it much
from the outside.
I’m living in a box
but that’s ok,
‘cause when the door locks
I do things my way.
I’m living in a box
which is all right:
all houses are equal
when you sleep at night.
I’m living in a box
and that’s terrific
‘cause when I die
I know I won’t miss it.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
SUICIDAL NOTE
Here I am,
living.
Using my time,
in this life,
somehow.
I guess
that if I was meant
to be a genius
I would have known
by now.
living.
Using my time,
in this life,
somehow.
I guess
that if I was meant
to be a genius
I would have known
by now.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
BLUE
Sunday, March 19, 2006
PROUDLY WRONG
You came
into my life, like a blessing,
and I did nothing
but moan
You offered
to listen and give me advice
but I insisted
in being alone
You left
because I wouldn’t change
so, I cried in despair
and said you were unfair...
But it’s strange:
I have always known
that I’d stay on my own.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
THE HUG
there was a huge silence.
no words were ever invented
to express our joy
and relief.
I gave in at last
allowed myself to shun the past
and the world was within us
for a moment
although it was brief.
no words were ever invented
to express our joy
and relief.
I gave in at last
allowed myself to shun the past
and the world was within us
for a moment
although it was brief.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
A Serpente
Sai da sombra
a serpente subtil
e segue, sibilante,
o seu caminho.
Sabe que, se avançar
sorrateira, sem som,
há-de surpreender
algum ratinho.
Sempre solitária
serpenteando, sensual,
sobre o sedoso capim,
suave e serena,
será sempre assim.
a serpente subtil
e segue, sibilante,
o seu caminho.
Sabe que, se avançar
sorrateira, sem som,
há-de surpreender
algum ratinho.
Sempre solitária
serpenteando, sensual,
sobre o sedoso capim,
suave e serena,
será sempre assim.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Rio
Thursday, January 26, 2006
THE GIFT
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
YELLOW BRICK ROAD
Photo by Papel Químico
Place I’ve never been
Sight I’ve never seen
Colourful walls
I am waiting to touch
Cheerful gravel paths
I want to walk so much...
Stay,
Hold your beauty!
I’m on my way.
Monday, January 23, 2006
AFTERTHOUGHT
How hard it was
for me to listen
and not be able to speak.
How sad I felt,
how disappointed,
for hiding, with no one to seek.
How awkward
that you should want to read
but not hear...
and continue so far
when near.
for me to listen
and not be able to speak.
How sad I felt,
how disappointed,
for hiding, with no one to seek.
How awkward
that you should want to read
but not hear...
and continue so far
when near.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
COBBLED THOUGHTS
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Lucid Lullaby
The wind is mad
The land is sore
The sea is dead
The birds will sing
No more.
Tell me when the end will come,
Tell me who will survive.
Let the truth lull me to sleep,
And then keep me alive.
The land is sore
The sea is dead
The birds will sing
No more.
Tell me when the end will come,
Tell me who will survive.
Let the truth lull me to sleep,
And then keep me alive.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Friday, January 06, 2006
CHAOS
Flickering deadly lights
And the sound of thunder
In my mind.
Restless winds moaning
And sweeping my thoughts way
Reason gone for the day
Passion ruling the house
Virtue with her hands on her head
And the cat
Poisoned by the mouse.
Prayers forgotten, and God
thought of as some stranger
Revenge blinded by pride
And pride by pain
Words erased by anger
Constancy insane.
Oh, how would it turn out to be
If you weren’t here with me?
And the sound of thunder
In my mind.
Restless winds moaning
And sweeping my thoughts way
Reason gone for the day
Passion ruling the house
Virtue with her hands on her head
And the cat
Poisoned by the mouse.
Prayers forgotten, and God
thought of as some stranger
Revenge blinded by pride
And pride by pain
Words erased by anger
Constancy insane.
Oh, how would it turn out to be
If you weren’t here with me?
Monday, January 02, 2006
TO A GOOD WRITER
How can I love you and why?
You are but a collection
Of infinite writings
And love is far too strong a word.
Amazing, how you say the right things!
You ‘re a distant, invisible man,
A voice I’ve never heard.
How come I feel so excited
When you tell me what you think, or do?
I don’t know why I love you so
But it’s true:
I am relieved, like a caged bird,
When I open a message from you.
You are but a collection
Of infinite writings
And love is far too strong a word.
Amazing, how you say the right things!
You ‘re a distant, invisible man,
A voice I’ve never heard.
How come I feel so excited
When you tell me what you think, or do?
I don’t know why I love you so
But it’s true:
I am relieved, like a caged bird,
When I open a message from you.
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