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When I had faith

When I had faith I contemplated the stars with dreamy eyes. I  waited weeks for a letter that would save my life or kill me instantly.  I  believed in  love songs and wedding gowns.  I  went to the theater and watched movies as messages sent from the Gods.  When I had faith I believed pregnancies bore no pain.  I believed in doctors and medicine. I believed babies never died and mothers were always alive.  I believed in Justice, not men's justice, but God's.  The first, I truly never believed.  I believed good poetry could come out of sunshine, flowers and blue skies.  I believed you always knew why and when you lied.  I believed in moonlight.  I believed in rhyme, when I had faith.  Now, most of it is ever gone.  Most of it is lost in time.  But the rhyme, the stars, the love songs, the Sun, the sky.  Well, perhaps, just perhaps, I still might. 

Little message from the presumptuous soul

Because by looking  at you I made you more beautiful. You did not know who you were before you saw me.  The light you shine now emanates from the love I once felt for you,  a star long dead gleam traveling through the universe.  You might walk around without me,  But I'm there.  In the proud stroll, in the intense stare,  In the careless movement of head and hands,  In the shaping of a smile,  In the sound of  laughter and in passionate cries,  I'm there.  You might forget, so I'm telling you!  Beware!  I am there! 

Mãos dadas

Mãos dadas Luz de fim de tarde Ressaca de clube de jogos de risos Corpos preguiçosos queimados de sol cheirando a banho tomado Caminham nas ruas sem rumo A música Fácil A música Demais Adolescer Indolecer O desejo O beijo A língua O arrepio Corpos Jovens corpos O calor A casquinha O sorvete O prazer A juventude O crescer E as mãos? Unidas As mãos Que são Mãos Dadas

The wound

Thoughts hurt Writing cuts the skin deep Let it bleed  Run through the paper Drip its drops of dos and don'ts A scar stays Too new Too recent Too soon  A sharp movement will burst the wound   Fill the world  With words of sorrow Flood the world With cries of pain

Eyes

Once Eyes embraced When feeble were words Eyes were deep A turbulent ocean  Sucked me deep  Eyes that caressed Eyes that undressed ... Shy eyes Furtive looks Yet, deep intimacy Stay on  Shy eyes Stay on ... Eyes Wide open Capturing movement Seeing silence and sound Measuring immeasurable danger in the blink of an eye