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Carteiro Silva Feb 2015
We make mistakes, all the time ...
And this is what we do...

Sometimes good thing happens out those
Mistakes...
Sometimes we make the wrong choices,
To get to the right places ...

We are humans!
To a good friend!
  Feb 2015 Carteiro Silva
Joe Cole
I'm no Knight nor Lord nor Peer
I have no fancy name
I am just me
Untitled
I have no stately homes
No manicured acres do I own
But I'm happy
You see
I have my crystal streams
I have my southern hills
My rugged cliff top paths
The white capped foaming seas
I have the howling winds
The gentle breeze of spring
The sweet perfume of wild flowers in the air
And natures orchestral sounds
A tent to call my home
So many paths to roam
I'm glad that I'm
UNTITLED
Thanks Shamus
Some are bathing in money
Some can't bathe at all.
Some are given a head start
Some are forced to crawl.

Some have their own maids
Some live on the street.
Some have personal chefs
and some can't eat.

Some sleep in their beds
Some sleep in the snow.
Some are rising to the top
Some are stuck below.

Some work hard and make millions
Some work hard and make none.
Some have so many options
and some wish for just one.

Divide and conquer?
No, divide and fall.
Try giving, not taking
There's enough for us all.
Carteiro Silva Feb 2015
Love...
Love is beautiful
Like a burning fire,
Like a flower, sweet and delicate...
Love is more than a passion...
Love is honest, strong and real...
Love shines...
Love is life...
Love is blind...
Love is never enough...
Something for the future...
Love motivates...
But also painful...
Love is pure, like a freedom...
Not a fantasy, imagination, illusion or science
Love is clear and clean...
Love is trust...
Amazing and eternal...
One of the few thing that we can't buy...
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You love me—you are sure—
I shall not fear mistake—
I shall not cheated wake—
Some grinning morn—
To find the Sunrise left—
And Orchards—unbereft—
And Dollie—gone!

I need not start—you’re sure—
That night will never be—
When frightened—home to Thee I run—
To find the windows dark—
And no more Dollie—mark—
Quite none?

Be sure you’re sure—you know—
I’ll bear it better now—
If you’ll just tell me so—
Than when—a little dull Balm grown—
Over this pain of mine—
You sting—again!
Carteiro Silva Feb 2015
Tell me...
Tell me who you are
Tell me something about you
Tell me your name, what you do...
Tell me...tell me
What makes you happy and what makes you sad...
Tell me what you think when you go the river...
When you climb in that big tree, what do you see...
Tell about that tattoo on your neck...
That scar above your left eye...
Tell me... What's your favorite color,
Your favorite song...
That book you always carry around...
Tell me what inspires you...
Tell me about your world...
Because i would like to be part of it...
Carteiro Silva Jan 2015
If you right me a letter
I will right you back
If you forget me
I will forget you
Until the day you come back
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