In dark times,
I'll follow the stars
from here to there,
arriving at my center
to trace my constellation.
If tonight is all I have,
I'll keep moving,
one with my shadow,
not knowing where this leads.
I'll cover new ground
when no one is watching
as stars align
to reveal a path through
the darkness toward
the bright spots ahead.
I'll take in the view,
under the stars
returning
the way I came.

It was not a rope.
O venomous reptile, I am not your man.
After a colossal fall, the poem bursts in a flame.

The border sun was very

shy. Something is missing in your eyes.
Animalism prevails. No human love.

A nameless pain speaks.
You want to carry all the pains of
humanity to the laughing Buddha?

For one moment,
I forget.
I am calm and free,
From regret.

I reset.
In the eyes of green,
I am hidden by trees,
Sitting by a stream.

Mind lost at sea,
I breathe.

Finally.

For one moment,
I am truly free.

Com a queda de neve ou geada,
Na  aldeia ou cidade.
Vento e muita nebulosidade,
Inferno da minha liberdade.

Ursos, esquilos,  marmotas adormecem,
Folhas caem, aprodecem.
Nos rostos falta amor,
Inverno chuvoso sem odor.

As aves anseiam voltar,
A lua tem pouco luar.
Noite longa de embalar,
Anseio pelo dia, quero acordar...

Tudo dorme profundamente,
Hiportermia  e frio intolerante,
Deixai o inferno não ser Inverno docemente.
Haja esperança de um  Verão escaldante.

Inverno,  frio,

I am so sorry.

For every time I hurt you..

For every cruel word I’ve ever said to you..

For not seeing what you needed most..

For not being kind to you as much as everyone else..

For every tear you have wasted..

For every time I stepped on your heart..

For every time I didn’t believe in you..

For every time I didn’t listen to you.

I am so sorry.

For ripping you apart..

For destroying the beautiful things in you..

For always making you pay the price..

And I apologise for all the wrongdoings I caused you!

Forgive this fallible human that is you.

I am so sorry.

I don’t want to be a princess.
I prefer to be a wall
or a shoulder
that some one can lean on
I don’t want to be spoiled
I want to
fight
Get dirt on my clothes
Clean them
search more
fail more
know more
see everything
Try everything
I want to share the road
With some one
Running not carried
I want to look behind
And see MY footprints.

there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.