I shall walk this earth alone
To forsake what is mine.
I will write all poems and sing all songs.
To find what is gold that doesn't shine.

I will dance to the stars.
And meet all gods.
I want to fly my heart to mars.
To conquer all the odds.

We are fast.
Running towards the ledge.
Because there is only 90 Miles to infinity.
And eternity at last.

Eu acordei no meio da noite
E achei que tinha sonhado você,
Pois apenas nos prantos de Orfeu
Alguém assim poderia existir,
Capaz de, com sua inteireza, minha alma suprir.

Dizem que Deus escreve certo por linhas tortas,
E estou começando a acreditar.
Pois, nas curvas sem nexo da minha vida,
As estrelas me guiaram aos únicos olhos que eu poderia amar.

In every poem that I write
I call back to your eyes
Through the Glasses they look at me
Like neon lights on the street
I look, incapable of looking away
A single second under your ray
Cost me a lifetime of faith

You may never know How I feel about your eyes.
I would pray mercy on sight.
That would be end of me and my classes
Died of love for a girl with glasses

Isso está apenas começando e estou com medo.
Medo de dizer a coisa errada, de falar demais ou de ir dormir muito cedo.
Minha ansiedade amiga que me corrompe desde criança .
Me faz questionar seu silêncio, e duvidar de minha esperança.

Eu me escondo em risadas e frases eloquentes
Quando meu único desejo é poder dizer que te amo abertamente.
Mas eu sei como se sente.
Eu sei que é um estrada de mão única, chama que só me esquenta, amor só com remetente.

Eu só queria com você cantar desafinado.
Deitar em silêncio sentido você ao meu lado.
Gostaria de parar sonhar e compartilhar memórias.
Sentir os seus lábios e ouvi-los contar nossas histórias.

You caught me with your eyes
And trapped me with your arms.
I was intoxicated by your warmth,
Addicted to your smile.

I saw your pictures, and they sent me spiraling.
My mind is stuck in a loop of you...

I lost my rhyme,
My capacity to see rhythm,
Because all the art in the world pales in contrast to you.
All the sounds are dull in the background of your voice.

I'm going crazy in poems,
Depressed in tales,
Aching in dreams,
And anemic in art.

Solene
Sinistra
Saluta
Subsequente.

Presente.
Perpeplexa.
Promiscua.
P­roeminente.

Valente.
Voraz.
Vaidosa
Vidente.

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.

Falling in love with you.
Is a gamble that I know I will lose.
A doubt I won't have.
A question I won't make.
A chance I will take.
A warm I will crave.

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.

Your eyes are like neon lights.
And your heart is like Cold Brew.
Your soul eats me alive.
And your lips hide the truth.

It is too late now and I cannot escape.
Our lives are intertwined.
And this is my fate.

I must be crazy to think.
That in some dimension above.
Reality will never sink.
And I'm going to leave this cannibal Love.

If I had to dream about you.
It would take me a thousand nights for the eyes.
Cause in the windows of your soul.
I lost mine.

You dance to no songs.
But you move to the colors of the sky.
Maybe Im just colorblind to your emotions.
And deaf to your poems.

Meu lápis só funciona se for para desenhar o seu rosto.
Meu celular só liga se for o seu número.
Minhas noites só têm sonhos se eles contêm você.
Minha poesia só funciona pensando em seu sorriso.

Você me desconectou da minha alma
E a fez de refém,
Guardando em suas palavras a calma
Que meu coração não vive sem.

Eu conhecia ritmos dos quais eu saía a cantar.
Depois de conhecer o seu sorriso, nenhuma é capaz de acompanhar.
Tenho escrito poemas para gastar essa paixão,
Mas, a cada verso que descrevo, caio mais fundo em sua mão.

Você matou a minha arte
e ofuscou a minha visão.
Consigo ver apenas os seus olhos,
penso só em pontos de exclamação.

Eu gosto do meu nome apenas quando dito pela sua boca
e perdi completamente minha coordenação.
Minha mão só me obedece para escrever sobre você,
pensando em você que descobri meu coração.

Vício do meu eu lírico,
ruminação da minha psique.
Escrever sobre você é meu dever cívico,
te amar é meu tique.

I must confess  
I have been writing about you...  
In my hidden rhymes, I can scream.  
In my lost poems, I feel seen.  

I'm afraid to confess how much I feel.  
I'm scared to overwhelm, to isolate, and push you away.  
But these words may never find your eyes,  
hiding in these lines that I will never say.  

Saying that you stole my heart would be a lie.  
You took so much more of what is mine...  
You have my attention, my memories, and my dreams.  
Fine, you have my art, my poetry, my time.  
F*CK IT... keep my salvation, my future, my life.

I'm going crazy in this summer heat,
Like Icarus, I'm falling at your feet.
You made a believer in the afterlife,
Fifty years isn’t enough to witness your sight.
Making you laugh is my sin, my curse, my crime,
I'm now stuck on the curves of your lips when you say goodbye.

How can I love someone that I just met?
I feel like I could find you in a thousand worlds, in a hundred of my lives.
Can't you just see?
Your face was dreamed from the beginning of time,
In every muse of every poet,
In every inspiration of every singer,
The base of every art, the mirror of my soul... love of my life.

Dizem que a religião é individual,
mas eu vi Deus no seu olhar.
Experiência única, sagrada e transcendental.
Meu corpo, sem controle, cai de joelhos e começa a orar.

Olhos que foram sonhados desde a origem do mundo
e destinados pela criação do universo,
imagem e exemplo de cada poeta,
inspiração de todos os músicos,
apasiguador da mente inquieta,
musa de toda a arte,
estrela-guia de todo mártir.

Escrevendo esses versos, devo admitir:
estou cansando de métricas e regras seguir.
Abomino as correntes de AaBb BbAa,
pois poesia é da alma e de quem sabe amar.

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 spent a day without you,
And now I feel like a ******.
My eyes can't focus, and my hands are sweaty.
I'm hearing voices, but they don't belong to you.
I see shapes, but none take your form.

Maybe I need some time off
To remember how to see.
You are the flame, I am the moth,
Yet in my dreams, there is only you and me.

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.

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 am not sure if I am alive.
But here the sun is good and I can see the sky.
I can feel that the end will me make me cry.
But we will enjoy today or at least we will try.

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.

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.

I saw God today
in the shadows of your hair.
I remember when I would not care
until that warm night in May.
I used to do crosswords on the bus,
but now I can only hold your hand.
Sleeping alone was no fuss,
but without you, now I'm a desert with no sand.

I'm tired of rhyming...
I want to explode.
I want to kiss you.
I want to look into your eyes like the stars look at me when I cry.
I want to beg for you to stay.
I want to feel like I'm falling every time my cellphone vibrates.
I want to get angry about how much I love you.
I used to want to die... but now I want to live.
I want to live to love you.
I want to write more poems that don't rhyme.
I want to sing songs that don't exist.
I want to imagine places that we will never go.
I Think love you.

I am tired.
I just want want to watch TV.
And write poems.
I want to lay by the sea.
And love someone more than me.

I wanna cry.
But I have no tears.
I want to dance.
But I have no ears.

But then, you came along.
And I realized that we are both sinners of the same kind.
Singers to the same song.
Both are pieces of a broken mind.

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.

My Soul Cried
And the tears became poetry.
The day turned into night,
Yet I can still hear your melody.

In the memories we never lived,
I still dance with you.
In dreams we never had,
I still sleep next to you.

But your silence cuts me deep,
And I still wait for your messages—
Letters on a screen that don’t know me,
Written by people I’ve never seen.

I hear songs I believe you would love,
As if they truly meant something to me.
My ears can only hear your voice,
And now my eyes ache as all my poetry escapes.

Let's take the highway to oblivion.
And have a drink in paradise.
Because we are too young live
but we don't wanna die

There is a tear in my eyes but it doesn't belong to me.
It was harvested by your words.
And cursed by your seed.

The path is carved.
To the silver river flow.
My heart is now broken.
Because you took my soul.

I know is absurd.
But my soul is sore and my eyes are blurred.
I am tired of the fight.
Falling in deep space without any try.
One phrase after the other.
Rhyme after rhyme.
I live in hell and the rain make me cry.

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....

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.

It is about to happen.
The daily war of existence.
As the knights of the horizon.
Fight the demons of twilight.

There is a pain in my chest.
And I do not know why.
But the night is over now and I can rest.
Dream with my knights in the sky.

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.

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.

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 made you laugh today,
And it brought me closer to God.
Your giggle got lost in the dark alleys of my mind,
Forever searching for an exit they’ll never find.

I could see your smile from a thousand yards away,
And it would still make me blush.
I could hear your voice echo from a thousand years in the past,
And I’d still smile.

My love haunts me like a cigarette searching for a mouth,
But I don’t smoke anymore.
I’ve been bitten by a new addiction...
Lover’s Nicotine.
Making you laugh makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.

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.

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.

I was thinking about you,
And it kept me from sleeping.
I'm now tired and in love.

Each memory is like a shot of caffeine,
And every thought like a drag of nicotine.

It's the dependency on your smile,
My necessity for your smell,
My addiction to your eyes,
My heart in your fingertips.

I will die alone with words that don't rhyme,
In a poem that no one will read,
About a girl that I will never truly meet.

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.

Fresh paint on the walls of my mind.
Is this reality or a dream of mine?
Echos of your smile.
Smirking at me in every tile.

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.

You know, life hasn't been kind.
And now I am too tired to try.
To lay in bed and slip into your eyes.
To remember the taste of lips and cry.
Live enough to realize that I wanna die.