Those wishes were never fulfilled,
although there were so many lights
announcing the arrival of adulthood
as if it were something to celebrate
inside a body full of sorrows.
Don't wait for me!
Cut your heart in half
and then tear up your soul,
and I'll know if you are ready
to break these chains.
So many promises, so little time;
this thought chases me
even as I chase the wasted years
with a youth based on wished.
Oh so many celebrations, so little time!
Wait another year!
Look at these seventeen candles
and then wait for the last,
and I'll know if you are ready
to wait until the month of June.
If aging means to forget my innocence,
so I get old day by day, without will to take back
everything I lost after some flames were put out.
Flames which celebrate the absence of freedom,
freedom which dies when there's no youth.
Please wait until you get old!
Until there's a solution,
until there's no problem
and I'll ask if you are ready
to blow the candles out.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Men **** each other outside
while we regret their reasons
but we are like them,
we are fated to **** too...
so, we won't be alive at dawn.
and the words are dangerous,
and the screams don't belong to us,
and the souls just evaporates.
Oh kid, you will change this world
but I won't help you
because I don't believe in us...
I just have no faith in us,
I am just fated to get used.
and our hearts are stones,
and our eyes don't cry,
and our mouths are tombs.
Sometimes we are afraid of living
because of those open wounds,
but when you hold my hand
and smile unconcernedly,
I know it was worth to grow up.
and it's worth to live to die,
and it's worth to plan some future,
and it's worth to be a child.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
I
Every word has a meaning
able to bring up
what is felt and hidden,
but all the words have become useless
and we have become fragile and bitter
just like this world.
II
Every feeling has to be revealed
as the time extinguishes
and the heart stops throbbing,
but all the feelings were oppressed
and we were chained to the world
which is created and destroyed by us.
III
No memory will last until tomorrow
because we changed a lot yesterday
and now we don't even remember our names,
but no memory lasts
because we learnt to forget
everything and everyone.
IV
No name will be shouted
when something happens to us
because we never met,
but no name is shouted
as the name of that who allows us shout
(and some still believe in men).
V
Every life fades away
when we see it as something forbidden,
something accostumed to finish.
No existence will last...
I know that because I used to exist
and as a human, you too.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
I see the greedy man
whose only son comes
from a curious wish
for money who he already has.
I hear the believing man’s speech:
if there’s nothing in mind,
we will be safe
behind the golden walls.
I touch the cruel man
whose young face
darkens our sky.
I recognize this ****** man
when I realize this mirror,
reflecting what we must remember.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
In the north, the rain is white,
the floor is covered with clouds,
the wind tears the skin and
the cold invades the body.
In the south, the rain is just rain,
the floor is covered with dust,
the wind blows as a breeze and
the cold kisses the body without warning.
In the north, men wear black suits,
they walk on dry cement,
they have a future since the cradle and
they are just men...
In the south, men wear suits,
they walk on wet cement,
they have a future when they dream and
they are also just men...
All over the world, the seasons are different,
the small and great feelings are different.
Even men are different! however, they're present,
making time our only distance.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
Yes, my dear, I can be happy.
No, my dear, your words don't scare me.
Yes, my dear, there's a real *****
No, my dear, it's not metallic like yours.
If the heart belongs to me,
it will love who I want
because I choose who
I will fall in love with.
If the heart is not yours,
don't try to change mine
because I choose the way
how I will love others.
The feelings are infinite
just like the search for them
but I am not infinite
neither patient.
I am mortal, made of flesh;
flesh which rots.
I am prone to the forgetfulness.,
therefore, my search dies with me.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
To Daniel Nunes
Before turning on my heart,
I used to walk in the dark.
I learned to love
but not truly.
They taught me to tolerate
but not totally.
I started to shut up
but not eternally.
He's got mysterious eyes
and I can't unravel them.
He's got fleshy lips
and I can't kiss them.
Somebody told me
not to hide my lighthouse.
And away from the universe,
I learned to be true.
Somebody taught me
to bear the loves
but not the griefs.
After turning on my heart,
I started to look for feelings.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
He's got mysterious eyes
which stare at me directly.
He's got fleshy lips
which bite dangerously.
Here comes an unexpected feeling;
somewhat predictable before us.
He's got a smile
whose simplicity charms me.
He's got a heart
whose size I don't care.
Here comes an unbecoming feeling;
unbecoming to the mind, but not to the flesh.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
I once heard a scream
from inside me.
So I opened my heart to the world,
in order to silence it,
but the world wasn't enough.
It sounds like celestial
but it's just natural.
I once missed places
where I have never been.
So I closed my eyes,
in order to forget them,
but forgetting wasn't enough.
It sounds like an anthem
but that’s not what I imagine.
I once got bored
with all the city’s noises.
So I ran into the woods,
in order to find satisfaction,
but isolation wasn’t enough.
It sounds like the sea
but it travels slowly.
I once heard the birds
and I decided to follow them.
So I chose to love unconcernedly,
in order to retrieve my humanity,
but not even love was enough.
It sounds like peace
but that’s not what it brings.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
To anyone
The warning
Beauty is dangerously fascinating
as well as the person who it dwells.
Therefore, I'm not responsible
for your precocious passions
either your impossibilities.
1st stranger / The worker
A charming smile
able to break down the walls
around my small heart.
So he goes on his own way
as far as he feels more alone.
He's a charm
which, however,
lives in the future.
Oh he's a machine, leastwise
he works at speed of one.
2nd stranger / The sculptress
The dissolved melancholy
in her round face
is extremely rare,
because it's similar to mine.
So many shapes!
So many angles!
So many views!
So many plans!
Oh she suffers of simplicity
inside a world
so complex.
3rd stranger / The dreamer
Eyes of matutinal sky
which once stared at me deeply,
making me daydream on a folly.
A boy who has been abandoned in the desert
(in the desert of awareness).
A boy who has been found at sea
(at sea of unawareness).
I envy his young eyes.
Mindful eyes to everything and everyone.
Eyes with an incredible innocence.
Sometimes I'm like him:
obsessed with folly,
but full of sanity.
4th stranger / The dadaistic
The most beautiful gold wires
sway in front of me
as well as they identify
the person to whom they belong.
However, I don't know why
I've seen her with so much affection.
She's nothing to me.
She doesn't make sense like this.
Perhaps her beauty
is somenthing unique
(and this is worthy of affection
leastwise, of contemplation).
5th stranger / The artist
When he speaks,
his lips are voluptuous.
and when he shuts up,
they are just lips.
I consider my appreciation
somewhat sentimental
although it is fatal.
I make poetry in pure expression,
requiring to intervene or not.
I'm anxious as well as anguished
and therefore I fall in love
externally and internally
with his impressionist beauty.
Beauty which once I imagined owning
with the same feeling
which I dedicate him this space
from a pretentious poem.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC