To live is to know that today is the last day of your life but understanding that it maybe for a slight possibilite not to be.

I think that living is the understanding that everything is gonna be Ok, knowing that it won't.
Is the juice that keeps us going, the sweet song that you just can't remember the name.
The stupid drop of sauce that always spill on your shirt.The text that you write, but delete because of fear.
The butterfly that insist on flying inside every time that you smell the perfume that she used to put on.
But who I am saying? I am just another poet, another broken soul an unfinished song.

The smoke is about to set.
In our palace of nicotine.
Its late and I need to bet.
To silence my darling queen.

But the morning will come to drift me away.
As I kiss your lips and our souls sway.
Dacing to the movement of the sea.
Because in the darkest our, you found me.

we shAll be more than they could ever imagine.
we will suRf the waves of all the minds that dream.
our storiEs will fly with the wind throughout the galaxies.
and we will be Young forever.
so that One day.
we ascend to the rightfUl place of all poets.
the place wheRe unquiet minds go.
the dark abyss of lost mEmories.
that one day were forgotten by them All.

and then we will tame the Dark.
understand realitY.
become The echos of existence.
the new deities Of the universe.
Befriend all the dimensions.
so that from the ashEs of our minds.
a Good day can rise.
and frOm the whispers of our songs.
a new worlD can be born.

I walked into a room and I could feel your smell.
My memories drifted and my pupils swell.
The end is near and I can hear the bell.
Because when you left me in heaven it became my hell.

I should forget and simply let it go.
But you follow my thoughts and silenced my echo.
I think we are done and I need to heal.
Because this is the end by God and the Devil I seal.

You close your eyes and you feel it.
The uncontrollable urge to do it.
Jump.
The undeniable necessity to go.
A feeling that no one show.
Jump.
You walk to the window without realize.
You look down to the ground and your mind fantasize.
Jump.
Your heart beats and the room disappear.
The drums start and even the gods can hear.
Jump.
Every second of your life the dark necessity is there.
To watch you sleep and make your life hard to bear.
Jump.
Every one has it but they are afraid of saying.
An underline thought that insist on staying
Jump....

The steam cover my room.
I cannot see.
The hot water numb my body.
So I cannot flee.

I'm sitting on the shower.
Contemplating the abyss.
Scavenging my memories.
Trying to find one of his.

I close my eyes hoping to go.
But I am still alive.
To feel, to die, to grow.

I am lost but I know where to go.
I am sad but I am afraid to show.
I smile but I have tears to flow.
I loved but she stole my soul.

I am a wanderer of memories that are not mine.
Dreams of life that in my head are confined.
Pieces of our moments stuck to a silver line.
Broken parts of me like diamonds in the night.

I watch the moon when I cannot sleep.
Its light illuminates the dust from my bedsheets.
I should go back to my bed before I trip.
And now the moon is gone and no one will see me weep.

Be careful little one do not go far away.
There is a name in this town that no one dares to say.
The evil spirit that never stops, don't die, doesn't decay.
A black boy with one leg that it will ruin your day.

You can see his smoke coming from the trees.
You can hear his laugh when you turn to flee.
It is over now he already runs the show.
Saci will come to catch you, eat you and grab your soul.

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.

Today there is no one on the throne.
I go to sleep with no messages on my phone.
Tonight the wind will not make a sound.
My face is wet but no tear has been found.

It is late now and I'm drunk with memories.
Burning the pages written with our stories.
In the end, I was the joker, the fool the clown.
Tonight in my heart, there is an empty crown.

Nasci para observar.
Acorrentado pela minha mente.
Maldito seja o seu olhar.
E a sua boca que mente.

Sou um poeta por natureza.
Adestrado pela sociedade.
Sou assombrado pela incerteza.
E dependente da realidade.

Solene
Sinistra
Saluta
Subsequente.

Presente.
Perpeplexa.
Promiscua.
P­roeminente.

Valente.
Voraz.
Vaidosa
Vidente.

One day a lonely boy from fear realized.
With his knees on the mud and his hands to skies.
That he was unique, the first one of his kind.
He understood that feelings only blurred his sight.

But now he felt nothing when she touched his face.
And the sun did not have that beautiful taste.
There was not pain, sadness or wrath.
Because that is the story of the first Psychopath.

Tonight I am banned from Heaven.
Tonight there is no angels to protect.
There is no demons to hunt or man to pray.
Tonight the lions of the apocalipse run free.
Tonight Time will take a day off.
And God and the Devil will play chess.
Tonight nobody will run the show.
Tonight we dance in the rain.
While ecstasy of dying touches my lips.
Nothing before matter and nothing after will ever exist.
Because for one night we are who we were suppose to be.
We are clouds and water, fire and smoke, sapphire and dimonds.
Tonight we are Chaos and Infinity.

I can feel it from the other side of the globe.
The Gravity that calls me to the sea.
Like a constant curse in the wind.
A memory of your last moment with me.

When I am with you everything disappears.
And I feel time passing like a friendly wave.
I let the blues consume my soul in a silver tray.
Constant dying Impaled by a million spears.

I am here consulting my dreams, hoping to find a memory of you.
The nicotine runs into my veins like wild horses in the wind.
I look into the infinite dimension of the mirror in your wardrobe.
And the Devil looks back.

I am exhausted now I cannot fight.
I will give in and open the door to my soul.
Because I the exuberant form of not being.
I am chaos.

The moon knock at my window but I will not anwser.
Not tonight, tonight I am will let my heart dance at your beat.
Tonight You are everything that ever were and will ever be.
Tonight my Darling YOU are infinity.

I am a ******.
I'm addicted to rhyme.
The condensed power of words.
In a eternal poem that beats time.
Every verse like pure ecstasy.
Every word a single bliss.
In each strophe a piece of me.
But I cannot stop now.
My eyes are used to the abyss in my soul.
I am too deep.
I can't see the sun.
In every drop of rain a single verse.
In every look in the street a poet stroke.
Welcome to my lost life.
A simple man addicted to rhyme.

Kindness is poetry in itself.
Is the borderline that divide us from deities.
From all the gods and devils that we invented.
From all the mud and blood that we live.
There is one thing that shines.
One thing that redeem ourselves from our crimes.
The thing that causes us to shiver upon fear.
That motivate without love.
That destroys without guns.
In the end I beg you to do what is right.
Love yourself and the others and PLEASE BE KIND.

In the end of everything.
When time becomes blue.
There will be a Crypt in the infinite hall of history.
On that rock some words to the inter-dimensional visitors.

Resides here the last breath of lonely gods.
Gods that unveil time.
That overcame death.
They won all the fights.
They defeated all the enemies.

But everything was not enough, infinite was too little.
To cease they own pride they went too far.
And even with all the power they died against all odds.
Because that is the destiny of all lonely gods.

I was young when I first realized.
That I felt nothing even with tears in my eyes.
I understood that there was no happiness behind my smile.
The burden of living made every day become a single trial.

But then you came destroying my conception of reality.
Breaking every piece of my soul and distorting my normality.
This must be some kind of witchcraft.
Because you transformed me into poet from a sociopath.

If there is something like a perfect piece of art.
It is hidden in the most untouchable of the places.
A place so unreachable that only the unluckiest and the saddest of the humans can go.
A place that connects heaven, hell and earth.
The only place that connects God, the devil and us.
Death.
Death keep the most amazing and beautiful piece of heaven that exists.
Because if that wasn't so, God wouldn't create an angel just to keep it safe.
And even if there is no God above the clouds or devil under the earth.
We still are walking the unstoppable crusade to the end.
So enjoy the last seconds of your brief infinite called life.

We are the fire that burn inside all lovers.
We are astronauts diving into the infinite.
Our love was made by the stars.
And written into the cosmos.

We are the inevitable consequence of time itself.
A perfect mixture of life and death.
Of paradise and hell.
We were designed to be who we are.
Because I am chaos and you are Infinite.

And when time crumble into itself.
We will be there to watch the end of everything.
That were, is and will be.
Because time is not for those that love.

I am who I am.
I am me.
I am the best at being me.
I am nothing more, nothing less than just me.
I am chaos.
I am submerged in entropy.
I am the answer of all odds.
I am the void.
I am me.
I am the pinnacle of my own evolution.
I am the culmination of all my doubts.
I am the last one of my kind.
I am and I will ever be me.

You were infinite.
I was chaos.
The world burned.
We kissed.
The sun gave up.
The moon ran away.
I dreamed.
You laughed.
All the things converged to this moment.
Our first moment.
An unlimited amount of eras.
Packed in one second.

I fell in love.
I did not want to, but It happen.
I tried to run but it got me.
I cried and it shot me.

It wasn't a bullet but a smile that putted me down.
Another simple man ****** on the crowd.
I know it sounds vague.
But love is like this, mortal like a plague.

Like poison it hurts my mind.
Like water it blurs my sight.
It slowly destroys my conception of what is mine.
Breaking every single piece of what I used called life.

There is no much left to say.
Because on that cold night of winter.
You were the hunter and I was the prey.