Dec 2016 · 173
Untitled
André Fernandes Dec 2016

To me,
words are this:
the perimeter of reason.

And if you solve the puzzle
and order them correctly,
you can calculate the area
of the entire universe,

and no more will you be lost
in its complex mysteries.

Dec 2016 · 169
Untitled
André Fernandes Dec 2016

I remember the most beautiful moment of my life.
I couldn't have been 4.

Everybody was gathered in the park,
a gathering to watch the sunset
and there was music playing.

This was a single moment lost in the 90s fever:
The singer had just died,
and I think we were celebrating his poetry
or his clinginess to life.

But at the same time, nobody was talking about it.
There was just silence and the sunset -
a meaningless collection of sensations
to all but a childish mind.

I've since tried to talk to some of the people I reckon were there,
but none of them recall any of it happening.

They would have me believe
the best moment of my life
was a dream.

Nov 2016 · 374
DECEMBER HAS COME
André Fernandes Nov 2016

in a mental december haze
looking out the window for my love.
it's the falling season
of motions in the leaves that gather around
and cover the ground,

and the lost road now belongs
to those whose feet wander around
not searching for nothing,
yet finders of all that is worth.

Nov 2016 · 122
Untitled
André Fernandes Nov 2016

music is
rain
mingled with the sun.

I remember a day
when purpose could be found
with ease,

now, I strive:
what once was winter love
has touched the summers of my life
and forever molded the seasons.

poetry became too personal.
At some point,
the pain was too real when
put into words,
and that is why
I turned to music.

When making music,
your feelings are also mingled
with the notes,
and you don't feel any pain.
It's incredibly beautiful,
just like a poem,
but it doesn't hurt you.

But I can't stop to wonder
that all these things are a filler
to hold on on this ever maddening road,
until the time is right for us to meet again.

because that's where my life really shines, right?
I won't remember the filler days.
I live for the moments that we create together,
and maybe the art that I produce out of it.

But that's it,
sadly... or happily.

I know I'd trade it all -
the most beautiful poem or melody,
it doesn't mean a thing to me
when put next to what you mean to me.

Sep 2016 · 178
Untitled
André Fernandes Sep 2016

And maybe we could forgive
the days
we wasted away from each other,
longing to be
surrounded by each other's arms.

Oh and perhaps we could
start again
all over
like a newborn cloud
in the empty blue
of a sky

Yes. I'd like that.
I'd make it possible any day,
if it was up to me.

Renewal.

Darling, the road was
full
with other places to go to,
and as you know
sometimes we lose the track of time
and the track itself
becomes another road.

I'm sick of conquering the world
with art
and my eloquent speech that never
left the paper,
where it was carefully crafted
and refined.

I need nothing. I am what I am
and I conquer a part of reality
with that that I am.

If you love me now
drop a letter.
This is the real me. Feel it.
A weird beauty of being alive
by your side.

If you love me as I am now,
you are a fool,

because the real me
is out there, somewhere,
waiting to be reinvented
by endless roads.

I only ask you
to be a part of those endless roads,
and forget the first and the last kiss,
and love me in between.

Apr 2016 · 608
1 BECOMES A 0
André Fernandes Apr 2016

Overwrite moments w/ 1s and 0s,
in binary mood,
until love is gone for good.

Do you remember when we
were 1 amongst many 0s?

What was once the sound
of a smile in your laughter,
tied together by sine waves,
will become empty 1s, empty 0s
after we press ‘Y’.

And the machine will
wipe the sectors for days,
until the cycles become unreadable,
and that’s when
our love will truly be gone for good.

Like a puzzle you try to solve
with the wrong pieces.

And now smashes the hammer.
Only the hit will tell
how gone for good our love will be.

A poem about losing something that you can't really recover. Like data in computers.
Apr 2016 · 227
kissed by the world
André Fernandes Apr 2016

dawn on the backyard.
No guarantees
that it will be a hot
summer's day.

I am here. Not a sparrow
with a song,
not a pigeon with a
poem attached
to an unwilling paw.

Just walking the walk,
reading out loud
to children,
trying to mark
their childhood,
to dwell there,
forever
as a strange familiar
face,
friendly memory.

I said I'm no one.
Just someone with a song.
I miss the old feeling
of being kissed by the world.

I had more,
I just don't carry these words
anymore.

I am here. Surrounded by
a universe that holds
itself
in a mysterious pose
inside
a magic box.

but I know
what I must do.

I won't chase its tail,
and walk my own trail,
and that's when
it will reveal itself to me.

"the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander" - Jim Morrison
Apr 2016 · 380
late again
André Fernandes Apr 2016

To see a fraction
of the world:
so many different people
and all of them
have something to tell
a poem of their own,
and sometimes you just want
to stop it all
and go to them
and grab that poem
and read it

but poetry doesn’t work that way,
and so you wait
for the poem to unfold.

Apr 2016 · 369
wouldn't you rather
André Fernandes Apr 2016

Wouldn’t you rather
turn the winter
into summer

and make the rain stop,
and make the sun last?

The sun will last
as long as you keep
smiling towards its light.

a certain kind of happiness
Apr 2016 · 170
Farewell
André Fernandes Apr 2016

I just wanted to come
and wish you well.

Farewell.

Sometimes it just doesn’t happen,
the kiss I had for you.

Apr 2016 · 416
Red Apple Girl
André Fernandes Apr 2016

She walked in the café
and asked for a red apple,
and I was sitting there,
falling in love,
with a green apple on my hand.

We eyed each other, as man and woman do,
and we laughed at each other’s apples
holding an ‘hello’ still to come.

Apr 2016 · 126
Gentle the rain
André Fernandes Apr 2016

Gentle the rain
Gentle.

Don’t hide your smile
If you don’t like when
The sun hides in the clouds.

Your smile warms my days,
Just like the sun of a blue sky.

Apr 2016 · 751
Peace Offering
André Fernandes Apr 2016

Before I burn
This diary,
I will gently
Rise my bent knee
And name you
My humble wishes:

Offer me sanctuary.
Be my peace of mind.
Grant me your summer smile
In days of wintery rain.
I will faint and return
By the grace of your autumn air.
I will beat the wind
That rises tides out of your kind hearted soul.

I want to fall asleep
And feel the sun on my face
Sheltered in your arms,
Caressed by your fingers.

I will greet many days
And reach out many smiles
If the only life I have left
Remains blessed
By your presence,
My love.

Mar 2016 · 585
?
André Fernandes Mar 2016
?

how many sunrises is a lifetime worth?

Mar 2016 · 134
Untitled
André Fernandes Mar 2016

A light will shine
If you burn your candle,

But you'll only need it
If you walk in the darkness.

Mar 2016 · 496
HAPPINESS HAPPENS
André Fernandes Mar 2016

The spontaneous momentums
of my wild laughter
try to keep up
w/ all these insane rides of my life.

I know me well and I lack discipline.
But that won’t mean a thing tomorrow,
because I’ll live more, and I’ll know better.

When you and I talked for hours on end
we sheltered on each other’s hopes & dreams,
and promised never to fear crossroads in our journey.

We let go of that strange need for constant presence,
because where there is friendship, there is a place
with warmth enough to sleep by the fire.

When you came to me in tears, lost in your own world,
I talked you out of it and showed you mine,
and you smiled: “How can you be so happy?”

And I said:
“I choose the color of my days.”

The universe was a given
from the get-go,
and we are flowers that can choose
to grow, each day.

It has been said before
many times
by different words,

but happiness happens.

Mar 2016 · 472
when dawn arises
André Fernandes Mar 2016

when dawn arise,
I will forget who I am
and kiss the earth.

I might smile a thousand suns
and cry a thousand moons.

If it’s all the same to you,
I’d like to be alone
until our time feels right.

You were the dream I never expected to come true,
but now you are here.

I am blessed:
The dawn is rising with you.

Mar 2016 · 149
Untitled
André Fernandes Mar 2016

I write to you again, friend.
Before the end of winter,
I hope we can look back
to the sweet recollections
of another season.

I learned that
there is a place called home
which brings me great comfort
by the fireplace, where hearth is endless.

But now that
the heady days of spring are near,
I must say I'm relieved from chopping wood
and throw salt into the fires.

I'm confident that
every season is a blessing and a curse,
that the music is loud or low according to our dancing feet
and everyday is a painting of many true colors.

So it does not mean more than a second of a minute
that we are here again, at the edge of ourselves, of life.
I'm in love with all that I can love,
and making love last is all that matters to me.

I'll always near you with a soft smile and eternal grace,
because I have a light that shines around me
and you have it too, if you believe that
life is as fair as you let it be,
and the world will become yours in your own way,
because all you see is yours, for that beautiful
precise moment in space and time
where your eyes touch the light,
and that same light is born again, out of darkness.

Feb 2016 · 173
drunk allegory
André Fernandes Feb 2016

if I could
rule your days,
I'd craft a sun
just to measure
the shadows
of your dreams.

Feb 2016 · 538
the fate of lothlórien
André Fernandes Feb 2016

the ring that ruled
before dawn and day,
o'er summer & an old sun
with its shafts of remebrance;

shall it remain in middle-earth
and the Dark Lord will feed upon all that is green;
shall it become fire from the mountain
and fair lairs will tremble with the wind of age.

but what is to be must be;
all we have left is what we always had:
the power of a single day that is given to us -
one road to fulfill, to live, and to love.

Feb 2016 · 529
at bukowski's
André Fernandes Feb 2016

As I write ifs and elses
& grab some dreams
out of the shelf,

I am struck by
a miracle with beautiful legs.

I am struck again
by a feather with a soft spring song.

And I lose my mind
to these little things that belong
to that time before summer.

The melody that echoes in my humming
and your beautiful uncompromising pace
send my spinning wheel of emotions
to never ending places.

To love you is to write you down,
word for word, until the pen loses its ink,
and another days goes by in dazes
and it could rain deserts for all I care.

All of the sudden,
my poem gets touched by other,
and that’s how poetry is made,
you see?

She lives in all of us,
somewhere, somehow,
waiting to be unfolded.

And the day will come
that the best poem will come bursting
out of an entire life of compilations.

Feb 2016 · 155
Untitled
André Fernandes Feb 2016

Woman, you are my poetry
and my poetry is yours forever,

since that green distant summer
when all else was set to remain
untouched & preserved

by the flower of
youth.

Jan 2016 · 222
Untitled
André Fernandes Jan 2016

bitterness will kill you
faster than a cigar.

a sad childhood
or a bought one,
hard school days
or sweet sixteen lies

the cigar burns all those
days away;

they never think
you can go as far as to think
that perhaps your life
is yours to live.

Jan 2016 · 212
Nirvana (Song Lyric)
André Fernandes Jan 2016

With night lies a watchful sight.
Breathing lungs waiting in detox -
does it hurt to be out of the center,
on the edge of dawn, another door,
oh life could be so much more.

(black dragon under ceiling.)

She waits because she has the time;
My kid, again, returning home,
lazy school days, nothing could hold me on;

(and it dawned on me that my time, I wasted it on a dream.)

Friday ate ice cream watching the sunset,
I took her for a walk around the citadel;
Ran for miles during my youth, wasting all away,
but Time on this life is our great illusion.

New kids at the playground,
where I used to play one day.
Now, school days are over
even though I miss them so.

I took my soul elsewhere, beyond,
and I don't care where I'm going.

No, I don't care, where I'm going,
because I know I'm not going
I'm not going anywhere.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxX8Fpe5vCs
Jan 2016 · 206
frutti tutti
André Fernandes Jan 2016

your hardest days
are the ones you really feel alive.

to be deprived of challenge
in exchange for a comfortable life
can seem a reasonable thought,

but it doesn't make for a much interesting story,
and life without stories to tell is no life at all.

so let the rain fall in your face, once in a while,
and go to nowhere, see where it's at,
and maybe on your way back
you'll find that the rain doesn't bother you anymore,
and that maybe that's because of the new you.

Jan 2016 · 806
many roads
André Fernandes Jan 2016

I left home to search for an endless road
and I will go wherever it may take me.

Through visible and invisible,
I'll rain new rivers out of many seas,
and sleep deep dreams under the willow trees.

Through sunless mornings and many nightfalls,
I'll wander true places that host lair to thousands of tales,
and all this I'll do while erasing my trail.

Because once I take these many roads of life,
I can't come back home
to be the same that I was when I left.

Jan 2016 · 171
Untitled
André Fernandes Jan 2016

The spontaneous momentums of my wild laughter
try to keep up
with all these insane rides of life.

I know me well and I lack discipline.
But that won't mean a thing tomorrow,
because I will live more, and I'll know better.

When we talked for endless hours about
the people that made us who we are,
we found shelter in each other's hopes & dreams
and promised to never fear crossroads in our journey.

We let go of that strange need for constant affection,
because where there is friendship, there is trust -
there is constant love and a place to sleep by the fire.

The music was loud, but we listened.
And I guaranteed to you that happiness could never be found
outside your kind soul.

That all that you needed was already yours
and many good people failed to see that
simple truth.

That the universe was a given
from the get-go,
and that from then on we could become anything
we ever wished upon.

That you and I and the whole world
are flowers that can choose to grow, each day.

And maybe the sun will never know our names,
but he will always be here
to guide us in our every road.

Jan 2016 · 123
the golden
André Fernandes Jan 2016

sunset pressed against a window.
In a city so full of goodbyes
an Hello must rise
and give birth to a revolution.

Jan 2016 · 183
D. Bowie
André Fernandes Jan 2016

we live to see forever
and watch it unfold;
we live to die
just for one day.

Jan 2016 · 150
jump into the fire
André Fernandes Jan 2016

she got her blue eyes
from a dream.
she never is, she always was,
she seldom is anywhere.

jumping out of the fryin' pan,
my girl knows where I'm coming from.
I hope her fire will last

and her raw soul will open to me
secrets & musings & reveries,
but I'll never burn out. I'll always be free.

Jan 2016 · 179
poetry after lunch
André Fernandes Jan 2016

peanut butter & black coffee.
if that feels like the best damn coffee in the whole world,
it probably is.

Jan 2016 · 167
A Stop At Willoughby
André Fernandes Jan 2016

highway without cars,
but condensated dreams
scattered all over the road.

past is the future,
ahead the unknown,
the road is neverendless.

Dec 2015 · 208
BUT SERIOUSLY, FOLKS
André Fernandes Dec 2015

Collages of stars
that sustain
some Western Dream.

Living off of tuna cans,
there's my dream, stumbling on the floor:
the carpet reads 'HAPPINESS HAPPENS'.

I write better when I don't write
with a sense of purpose.

You'd think there'd be more to it.
But no. It's just words, man. They can only
take you so far without your feet.

And it may be to me
the same that is to you.

The rain outside, I open the door
& let my loved ones shelter inside.

And just like that,
with all the mercury in my blood,
I leave the door opened.

André Fernandes Dec 2015

Do prefer love
over the complicated questions.
A blindfold is
the only truth you should care to know.

Desire for my body to warm your soul
& reach out for a fire that won't burn.
I'll wander our souls to places
where rock rolls all day long.

Unplug my cruel heart
and leave the good side
to rule over my deeds,

and all I'll ask of you in the between
is a fair song
& the sound of your laughter
blowing in the wind.

But if it gets hazy & distant,
I'll do what I do best:
I'll rewind the road
& walk over the old one.

from a distant fireplace in December 2012
Dec 2015 · 346
freedom came and I said
André Fernandes Dec 2015

gonna hold my soul
to the devil untold;
just a cup of coffee
and you'll never know.

they wait and they wait.
If only they learned how to bend the winds,
their ships would go anywhere.

Dec 2015 · 236
tuna cans
André Fernandes Dec 2015

out in the meadows.
Cars will stop as I cross
the street of dreams.

Collages of stars
that sustain
the Western Dream.

So I'm living off of tuna cans.
The metallic garbage smells of
salty water & broken shards.

I'm too old to be young,
too fragile to stay out in the night
when all I want is a good joke to laugh at
instead of a bad morning story.

I write better when I don't write
with a sense of purpose.

And I like it.
The rain outside, I open the door
& let them shelter inside.

And just like that,
with all the mercury in my blood,
I leave the door opened.

André Fernandes Dec 2015

I composed w/
body & soul,
but it wasn't enough.

I touched perfection
and burned my finger.
I'll never do it again.

I am Love. I am enough.
Waiting for the rainbow,
no, I'll bow the rain on my own.

André Fernandes Dec 2015

I kiss your raw lips
and say goodbye.
The sun has yet to rise.

Let us walk in peace
with the morning star.
We should make love & die.

We shoud live life every day,
not just for some day.

Love. Love. Love.
Sweet darling, I’m here,
by the fog, by the light.

With you here,
Time lies within Time
and ages slip away into seconds,
and seconds turn into Love,
which will feed on my soul for all time.

Dec 2015 · 146
a child's kiss
André Fernandes Dec 2015

The entire sky collapsed in its clouds,
as if life were a dream never to be reckon with.

In all fairness, I have been shown what love can do:
it can do more than anything you can ever imagine.

And I did, I did. And I done it again.
After all, the universe wasn't programmed.
So I did what I could: I grabbed love & loved myself.

André Fernandes Dec 2015

When the day comes
I'll put out my pipe
and watch the sun go by, all the same.

Yes, the thing with dreams is
you never know when or where.
The good news is, neither do they.

The day comes to never return again.
The sun that shines will be the same tomorrow -
but all else & the world belongs to you.

Dec 2015 · 399
the sweet bird of youth
André Fernandes Dec 2015

someone once told me
the sweet bird of youth
would last forever

and I guess she meant it,
in a puzzled kind of way,
you see.

just like a pretty flower needs
to be watered and loved to grow,
the sweet bird of youth needs
constant spring
and warm winds
if it's meant to last... forever.

Nov 2015 · 169
Untitled
André Fernandes Nov 2015

The El Dorado lies at the
gates of Eternal Bliss,

but that also lies on the other side
of morning,

and the white horizon seems so distant
and uncertain in the fog.

Ah. Well...

Some other time, maybe.
If they do stick around forever,
sooner or later, we'll get there.

André Fernandes Nov 2015

To stare an eclipse
from the shore;
lines begin to draw
an horizon in the mist.

I can touch the ship
with my own eyes;
I can move it to another channel
& break the couirse of the wind.

And I am myself, again -
wishing away, killing the day
waiting for dawn to light my way.

But I'm on my own, now.
Worlds will collide and windows will shatter,
and doors will open, dreams will come true.

And the stars and the moon and the world -
They will grow fond of me.

Nov 2015 · 441
sugar kind
André Fernandes Nov 2015

when the lights go down low
my feet will shake to that sweet sunny glow.

when that good ol' jazzy jazz spurs into my thoughts
my one and only concern will be not to stop.

when I’m taking that kind of high
I swear I don’t, I don’t need to know why

but I know this:
when that feeling of bliss arrive
I'll know for sure why I'm alive.

Nov 2015 · 214
sanctuary hills
André Fernandes Nov 2015

home is where
the soul is warmer.

home is where
the sun is the sunniest.

home is where
the world ends and begins.

Nov 2015 · 159
medieval feel
André Fernandes Nov 2015

the old heavy sinking sun rised
and all dawn's doubts were gone
with the morning star.

Nov 2015 · 227
os muros da cidade
André Fernandes Nov 2015

os muros da cidade estão
pintados de poesia,

pintados de palavras rudes
que revelam os sonhos
de cada alma.

Esses são os sonhos da cidade
e todos eles se tornam
num só.

Nov 2015 · 426
in and out
André Fernandes Nov 2015

when day is done
the sons of metalurgy
will return home -
dusk upon their shoulder
and a sharp eye
looking for trouble.

but time flows ever onward
and many more twilights
will show.

the search will feel ancient
and the chest of memories
will weight a lifetime.

she and the moon glare in the distance:
how many dreams it will take
to walk the one and only road?

Oct 2015 · 127
Untitled
André Fernandes Oct 2015

god is in the people.

if you don't believe in god,
believe in the people.

Oct 2015 · 128
even in birth
André Fernandes Oct 2015

as if one's soul was already dark
from the light of dawn.

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