I will use my pen
As a favorite way
To give wings to my imagination.
I’ll use my writing
The outpourings of the slits my heart
I got lost in your lap
Who made you, had no trait
And lavished grace.
Instead of stopping, tricked up
And to the elegance, invoked up
A drop of mortality
My predestined fate
Since always enclosed
A drip was suffice.
I got lost in your charm
From here do not get up
What I was, never I am
It was for her that I waited all this time
For her, I rise with sadness of having shattered what i dreamed
Imagining it under a picturesque look impressionistic.
In another dimension filled with sonatas
Terrible circus, bloody acrobats!
Amazed idealist, I have spasms for a cat and a heart of romancer
In the fateful hours of life
The man screams and prays
In the fateful hours of death
The man cries his luck
Free, is found greening
In Blue rides on the the past melancholy
The heavens, one by one, go calling
With wings and the sound of harp in a tone of sympathy
Red corrodes this simple way
Easy tempting praise you, and you stand
And nothing saves us neither Tinkerbell powder
And we fall and fall into these abysmal holes
With the movement of the hands
A question arises
Are not the divine carpenters
That saves us sooner towards the Holy Land?
And if the light is darkness
And the darkness, are your colorful eyes?
If the Devil that extends to you his hand
And the Highest takes you in the lived hitches ?
Fleur de Lis
Fleur de Lis
Says because it says
Do what I didn’t
And try to be happy
Don’t praise for my praise
Words by heart without color
Don’t make a better world
They provoke, a disappointment
If you are the love of my love
I only ask you to behave
Without guide her towards the pain
Don’t stir, shortie
Greatness isn’t greatness
Statute shouldn’t be beauty
And you shortie,
never cease to be my lifemate
Of not being the time of the pity
And pity, I have of the pity, not to feel the force of my wrist
Held in gentle brown color of my black paint, detached
She is Innocent as a childhood love
Which extends in adolescence
And falls in the distance,
But do not lose in consciousness,
She is so;
My longing, brings glowing
From an unhappy ending without end
The truth does not come
The itching invades my structure
A concussion is felt on the ground
A butterfly with her wings causes freshness
A black-skinned boy asking lap
The train whistle
And the loose pollen in the air loafer
Walking along endless leagues
Who knew that a day would come to me?
The faint murmur of a girl paralyzed?
Touching, touching my arm finally
A truth around a critical
A flower falls in forgetfulness
When his clumsy owner stops caring
Whether God or man, it’s the same regret
The lie is not hard to believe
And the truth doesn’t reach me.
I want to hear the mountain, roaring harmonious words
Ah! I want to hear the wind,
Complaining of the short time
Of these mountainous landscapes
And over my temple
Will build a monument
Of pride to my victories
I will jump for joy with the pollen brought from butterflies
Uhh! The love gloomy
One day came and saw
The bright color of violets
Penetrated himself a chill
A happiness lit his body, and smiled
Singing in the moonlight one of his ditties
Não me puxem, não me forcem a nada contra a minha vontade
Pequenas meninas matam-se como se eu fosse um troféu para mostrar aos seus amigos menores de idade
tu não percebes como eu sou, nunca vais entender
porque eu não quero, não digas que me conheces
Tu não sabes
Tenho as mãos frias e de mensagens eu estou farto, preciso de um tempo sozinho.
Quem eu desejo, deseja-me também, mas de dois corações teimosos ambos caiem no vazio
Eu conformo-me com isso, e nem sequer estou zangado
vamos perder um ao outro e não existe volta a dar
estou a escrever isto tristemente sentado
quando na realidade o que eu queria era te beijar
Os teus lábios que nunca se apresentaram aos meus
o pior é que eu sei que eles querem-me
e acenam com um semi-adeus
e dilacera-me, meus olhos dilaceram-me
Tão perto e ao mesmo tempo tão longe
o nosso lema era que distancia não nos separava
olha onde ela nos trouxe?
Já não vejo mais o teu cabelo ao acordar, já não anseias as minhas mensagens matinais
a nossa rotina morreu junto com os nossos postais
Eu perco-me nestes corpos celestes que todos os dias atraem-me para as suas órbitas
mas tu és o meu sol e é o teu néctar que me sacia
as minhas mentiras são dados concretos onde existem incógnitas
Tu és aquela verdade que um crente aprecia
Vou cortar a minha alma, talvez arranque-te a ti neste acto que perturba-me
Vejo comboios a passar e eu quero cair e esquecer-me de tudo, esquecer-me da luz branca que todos os dias assusta-me
Ama-me até o sol nascer,
depois disso será tarde demais
eu não durarei até ao escurecer
eu agora prefiro contactos casuais
Don’t pull me
Don’t pull me, don’t force me to nothing against my will
Little girls kill themselves like I was a trophy to show off to your friends minors.
You don’t understand how I am, you’ll never understand
because I don’t want, don’t say you know me.
You don’t know.
My hands are cold and I’m sick of messages, I need some time alone.
Who I wish, wish me too but two stubborn hearts both fall into the void.
I’m resigned with this, and I’m not even angry
we’ll miss each other and there is no going back.
I am writing, this while I’m sitting here sadly
when in reality what I want is to kiss you
Your lips that never presented themselves to my
the worst is that I know they want me
and they wave me with a semi-goodbye
So close and yet so far
Our motto was “no distance will separate us”
look where it brought us?
I haven’t seen, your hair when you wake up, you no longer aspire my morning messages
our routine died with our postcards
I lose myself in these heavenly bodies every day that attract me to their orbits
but you are my sun and is your nectar that satisfies me
my lies are concrete evidence where there are unknown factors
You are that truth which enjoys a believer
I’ll cut my soul, perhaps i can rip you, in this act that disturbs me
I see the train pass and I want to fall and forget everything, forget-me of the white light that scares me every day
Love me till dawn,
after that, it will be too late
I will not last until after dark
Now I prefer casual contact.
I want every black rose
Every smile I catch
and keep the sensations as a blind
Why that man is condemned when everywhere only sees cuteness?
Condemn him for having hair, or having wig?
Who destroys hearts, their is already destroyed,
And mine is, insane, incompetent, won’t love
Self-control is unattainable, when your heart needs affection
In black art I seek concise delicacy
Your curls, bunches of rebellion
throw themselves at me like a stray bullet
And I don’t have vest, then my chest breaks
The Our Father rises, and the sin is consumed
I give you my eyes, my beautiful green eyes
Mischaracterizes them and finds their essence
See my heart and soul hurt
By women and their pertinence
See what I see and dream what I dream
Achieves what I want and what I aspire
Do not give up on this night of bitterness
The flashing light will tumble one day
Without water, there is dryness
In dryness, a man will die
I get up with hot milk in the microwave
The curtain rises and creeps my chromosomes
Droplets are falling through the glass
Blond Hair arise
Moreno, coming and going
With highlights; see looting, rubbing my foot wheel
My robe deviates, and the ice, settled in my faith
Blood dripping on the sidewalk, paved
Strange faces for the individual who was suffering
For an outfit evil, segregated
A neck ripped and the thick blood stoned
She murmured without apparent fear this chant
“I’m ready to go down this apartment but feel it is too early, my God please do not be jealous, your heart must be made of gold and not cement, I know you want me as a mate, but I have my children who I created by my rebellion.
Alice, with 4 years and their big eyelashes, she does not speak, perhaps because of the many boyfriends who consumed me in bed, and she? Does anyone touch her? I do not know, every time I’m unwell I do not know where I landed, damn it, do not let me go now!
I’ll go back and race against time lost but this cut perforating is getting close to my ear.
This is the man whom you have granted your request, to marry me, kill me now, save me from their ills blessed, I thought You were my friend. “
Death on the beach
The noise of drums penetrates the sea breeze of the beach
The beat of waves gently join to the symphony
The gulls howl, there are fish in the sea, and death on earth.
A mother grabs her daughter preventing it from falling, and despairs:
“Stop, quiet, my daughter, that’s not joke that delight you”
Toy soldiers marching with arms in their hands
My eyes are closed but I feel by sand, they come in my direction
Are in effect and the higher orders
Weapons up and shout “life is ephemeral”
Start firing 13 shots into the air
I’ve never been superstitious but that is the number of misfortune
“My condolences” are whispered softly
I know I have friends but not a buddy
I’m here under, I see only black, my darling black
Bury me in earth
A prince in the interregnum
Where people step on him, and the sea takes
For places nauseating, but now I’m not afraid
Rang the bell
Who rang the bell with dust?
Take my body, my rest
Buries it in the ground, burn it mercilessly
Forget what I said and the actions performed
Missing screws in men in the days of tomorrow
For this reason I’ll leave without saying anything next to my clan
For a limited world of justice
Injustice, throw a rock through your greed
Chubby, with money, selfish behind a conquest
Lies. It confound dust, with nuggets.
And the love shared by two different person but similar
Your hatred is bad as dyes and preservatives
Two hands of the same sex and with other colors not identical
The rights don’t make sense when your duties are polemics contradictions
To live dreaming and living to dream
Another body, which lost in the celestial.
While at sky it was worshiping
In wild golden path
Beyond the horizon I was wounded by a pest
A last gasp for freedom, Oh
Howl to God “what have you done”
My book calloused that you did not read
What would I do if you knew ..
I used you in order to forget someone else now I use someone else to forget you my darling
An act unreachable, out of my fist
I defend a flag, love against misfortune
Free, free, be you and your next, my brother
Stuck, stuck, me and only me
Hope, hope, in the heart
Desperation, desperation, the pictures of my soul, an old-fashioned museum
A Prince called Tomé was stealing the dam of fortune
They are tears on her face that let haze
Bewitched by the gift of his clothing
The interior does not count for those who look without belief
that the outside it does not suffer from gap and that has no disease.
Tomorrow will be a better day
Tired of being misunderstood
I want nothing but want it all
I do not ask much, just a good time
I dream of a day with beloved red
With separate and all together
And a day without a single lament