Poetry is dead.
And it is reborn in every verse.
Poetry is dead.
Because it is a beautiful curse.

Every poet needs to give a part of his soul.
A sacrifice to existence.
This is my undeniable role.
Constant dying without assistance.

Poetry is dead.
Because cannot be killed
Poetry is dead.
Because it hurts too much to feel.

A burden that I did not choose, words that I cannot say.
Silent music, a quiet pray.
Poetry is the symphony that hides in plain sight.
The living warrior, the holy knight.

I walked until I saw the ocean.
And the wind made me think.
I stared at the waters and I saw your eyes.
I closed mine and I could feel your hand.

Memories of a past that I did not live.
In a present that I cannot see.
Dreaming about a future that don't belong to me.

I think that is my purpose.
A dream surfer.
A mind dweller.
A dead poet.

But now my feet are wet.
My clothes are not clean.
The sun is about to set.
In an image that I've never seen.
The sun kissing the sea.
In a picture that not even the gods could foreseen.

I must now go to a place that I cannot be found.
Deep waters….
If you want you can come too.
Because in the depths of my mind I found you.

I've walked through the valley of death.
I saw the abyss and heaven.
I fell in love with the moon.
I met Gods and Devils.

I was there when the stars exploded.
I was there when the galaxies were young.
I've seen more life than you could ever imagine.
I've caused more death than you could ever dream of.

But I could never predict what you did to me.
I would never be prepared for your curse.
You populated my head and shattered my reality.
You defeated me, you are my end and I am your beginning.

Now I can hear your voice in the wind.
I can smell your perfume in every flower.
I can see your name on the smoke of my cigars.
Because sweetheart we are more than stars.

Every word that I write a piece of my soul.
Every verse that I speak is a piece of me.
I close my eyes but I cannot sleep.
I cried out loud but no one hears.

I am a poet.
Such as the ones before me and the ones after.
We are the last stand to dark.
Writers of a broken society.

I declare my life to art.
An expression of existence.
I dare to look at the abyss because someone needs to.
A dark necessity.
A lonely addiction.

I can't stop now.
The words flow from my mind like tears from God.
But the dogs in my heart beg like the Devil.
I am and I will ever be.................a poet.

I look to the stars and they beg me to stay.
You pull me down and talk about those nights in May.
When we were one, inseparable by the gravity of love.
We used to fly away to the galaxies above.

Now you say that you love me but you never smile.
Your lips say sweet words but your eyes put me on trial.
I fell for your curse again and I am on my knee.
Because tonight I belong to you and you belong to me.

My love, hit me like you never did before.
Hate me like you never did before.
Let's do it until the walls vibrate with our pride.
We gonna hear that all the stars cried.

You taste reminds me of marshmallow.
Let me play my symphony in your holy cello.
Oh Lord protect me and please look to the other side.
Because tonight this girl made the Devil cry.

I died tonight and now I am reborn.
I saw the Devil and fed him, my soul.
My pillows are heavy and my sight is blurred.
Every inch of my body cries for help.
Every thought in my mind is a plead for mercy.
The night is cold and I cannot close my eyes.
And then from nowhere, I feel it.
Oh God I feel it.
The sweet and gentle touch of the first ray of light.
I am standing but I don't remember getting up.
The sunlight fills my room and suddenly I am not alone anymore.
I look up and I see the moon running away.
The dark horses of the night are fleeing from the sun's knights.
At that moment.
In that sweet moment.
All my memories, all my thoughts, all my doubts and fears.
Are together in the entropic perfection of being.
I am one with myself.
The sun whispers to me.
"Is ok now, everything is gonna be ok".
I smile.
"The world is a beautiful place".
"And today, just today you not gonna die".
So with all my humbleness, I thank the sky.
Because that was my last sunrise.

Tempestades que abalam o firmamento.
Palavras de amor perdidas no vento.
O frio que corta a alma inocente.
Que agarra e acorrenta a criança no ventre.

Que Deus feche os olhos ao por do sol.
Pois a esta noite esposas iram chorar.
Naus na agua longe do farol.
Marinheiros perdidos afogados no mar.

A Terra esta entorpecida pelo opío que queima.
Adormecida pelo sangue que escorre.
Que amaldiçoa o inocente que morre.
Enquanto o Diabo caça aquele que teima.