A treze de Maio
A fé de milhares de peregrinos,
Oram ao Deus menino.
O aroma das rosas, flores benditas,
Deus nos honra com suas visitas.
Em prece suplicante,
Passam nos locais sagrados,
O caminho nunca é fatigante,
Quando os passos são compassados.
Cânticos suaves, hinos de amor,
Todos em seu redor,
Virgem Maria, nossa Mãe!
Teu regaço é feito de bem.
A treze de Maio apareceu um dia,
Vistosa, brilhante nossa Mãe Maria.
As giestas já estavam floridas,
Francisco e Lúcia colhiam as preferidas.
I had a beautiful dream last night,
Jesus still there,
without frontiers, and prayers of love and care!
God with candles in a very cold night,
Still wait for presents in my site...
I had a dream of loving everyone every day,
Christmas with lights, the sun, the rain..
coo coo quaint quail calls
the mending stones meander
old stones line the way
ivy tapestries climb high
unraveling the minds eye
lick salts far off taste
seas roars overhead are heard
walk to water slow
following starlight compass
and gentle wave splash whispers
dwarfed by tall trees trunks
'neath canopy starry spill
I gather no moss
reverberating with ground
red wood branches crack the sky
land where the sun sets
,gold coast, in evening someone
views ink sunset last
stars beyond shores behind and
before, brightest hour sunrise
young night owls perch
the feathers awake and fly
in dawn's piercing light
glides through morning gradient
silent daybreak serenade
timorous at first
the beaks sounding chorus thrills
slow risers awake
coffee pots and alarm clocks
celebrating the new day
I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
its hard to breathe and think these days and nights
turning into tired mornings.
wishing away the bright light that falls through my open curtains.
the street calls for me.
my pen calls my name.
asking me to write down short words
about shorter roads that led me to dead ends.
long lost in memories of years past.
I have forgotten them.
they are no longer part of me.
because roads i travel on now
are hard and rough
like calluses on the hands of cattle drivers
through cold mountain passages in early spring.
holding tight to ropes and reigns
knowing all they can do is wake up and ride again
because that is how they live.
they breathe like fire from the depths,
melting the frost off of their mustaches and beards
like icicles on the eves of your house.
like scars on his chest.
like leaves on trees i climbed as a child
they fall down to the ground and turn to earthly dust.
like birds in the sky in late july
when the wind is right I can smell your perfume.
the sweet scent of you dreaming at night drifts to my open window 12 miles away
and I live near the bay but the smell of salt does not drive it away
it pushes me closer to the thought of laying in an open field holding you gently
and today the trees start to turn an awkward green
before eventually burning seceding into blazing glory orange
heat like red fire
like phoenix into flames.
all the other birds have gone away
seeking a warmer place.
daylight is short but it remains
and it is enough to light the way
down another rough road waiting for may.
but once winter grey and white takes hold and takes flight,
day claims back what was stolen by night.
then comes spring chasing the grating dragging ice frozen pain
it goes away
and glory and hope become engrained in my brain
and these birds they come back
new strength to carry on.
pushing through to make new buds to form the green wings for nests to rest
and make love and make do and produce
and take flight once more to heights
thought not possible before.
yes it passes all is transient
because menial tasks drive me and you insane
but you cant be away when i need you the most.
like now when im breathing so deep
and i just want to speak to you.
heart racing and thinking about facing away from tomorrow
because today feels like im so far away from you.
ok i know how to send signals of disgust and dismay
but i want to connect to the ethereal plane inside of your brain
and mind and soul and touch where you hold
everything out so true and so plainly.
because it is plain for me to see
that i cant seem to get rid of the thought of you knowing more than my name.
we could make brighter days
and nights that we can light
with our combined fire
that can burn brighter
than either of us can produce
with all of our might.
There is no easy way out.
Finding solace in cigarettes,
malice in each intent.
When we kiss and flash,
I taste snow and ash-
slippery, salty blood lust.
4 a.m galaxies and gold speckled chains.
The thud in your lungs and the flood in my veins.
Adjusting my pace simply to make space
for the passing of strangers I'll quickly erase.
From my celestial mind and my unaligned spine.
While these battered boots pitter patter
atop the gum splattered streets,
Where I silently succumb to an alarming defeat.
jumbling and juggling my thoughts-
they cling like sweaty icicles in the their last dying breath.
You, me, we.
Naked on a patch of empty mattress
Everything too symbolic to possibly process
Standing solitary in unison
beneath the draining translucent sink above
a degree too warm, my skin blushing on accident-
insides tangled and squirming
when that warm wet hand wrapped itself so delicately
around an unremembered segment of skin .
a stray fingertip racing up my thigh,
my throat clasping at the shudder
as i glance into those boring brown eyes
"I don't fuck people I respect."
But this was a truth that was too soon broken,
I was disguised, misguided and easily cloaked when
the eyes I knew from a childish fluke
into a bed of nails that i thought
would protect me
you, me, we-
behind a rubber duck shower curtain
in the spotlight of the stage
where the x's had been taped
i was made certain a foolish damsel in distress
to each falsified caress.
but in those last fleeting moments
where the memory's page
starts to curl and break
you reached your arms out to me
and like damp sheets in the breeze of my body
we take our final plunge for all to see
and we lower to our knees
to scrub the smudges in between.
Ansiar por ti no nosso doce leito,
Noites de prazer e cansaço,
Ter junto ao peito,
Vivo em teu regaço.
Calar doença sem cura,
Sentimento sem norte,
Sensibilidade e ternura,
Tolerante e com sorte.
O barco te conduz,
Os cedros no ermo,
Palavras com raios de luz,
Por ti estou enfermo.
Teu nobre coração,
Claro como a água,
Dar-te minha mão,
Terra e enxada.
Life as a gift
Just close your eyes and forget the pain,
Love every seed and grain.
Clouds of blue sky that God gives away,
Live your life every day.
People stressed in despair,
Life is not fair.
Beauty of natural light and sun with rain,
Lovely picture of an old train.
Miracles that happen in front of our eyes,
Shadow of faithful lies,
Life of mercy and angles in peace,
Life as a precious gift.
Though down many long, sometimes crowded,
mostly lonely roads
of life in seasons spent, in the dreams
and memories, bittersweet in plans and schemes,
you, of one, and of some of a few,
touched my life
and you still now do,
with your hand outstretched,
I take it and in gratefulness,
thank you for your friendship,
and though the road still before me lies,
it's not so lonesome with
you by my side.
You come to the world in a cloud of passion,
Naked with clothes and care.
You are naked somewhere,
You are naked of your generation.
We are naked of true feelings and true love,
Naked with a single glove.
The world is naked of the God,s power.
Naked having a cold shower.
We are naked of vision and respect,
Naked with clothes I can bet.
Just see the leaves on the ground,
Naked with my naked sound.
You're the words of love
with every turn of the page
of my life, that burns
bright in the night,
and sets the day's scene
for the love you
bring, starts the story
to sing, and the melody
drifts through every chapter
like mists surrounding me,
and you continue the tune,
with every page
that I view,
from the beginning,
until the end,
and then I re-read
it all over again,
the book that you've
entitled, "I Love You"
-because the story is true:
"I love you, too!"
13 nov. 10