do you dream of me
in the night
when the moon peeks its head out from its haze?

do you dream of me
the way i dream of silent chills
in cloudy summer days?

do you dream of me
in morning light
or evening blaze?

do you dream of me
the way i dream of your tender embrace?
or the way i dream of you
and your quiet mistakes
and all of the heart ache?

do you dream of me?

A drop of water fell on my hand,
drawn from the Ganges and the Nile,

from hoarfrost ascended to heaven off a seal's whiskers,
from jugs broken in the cities of Ys and Tyre.

On my index finger
the Caspian Sea isn't landlocked,

and the Pacific is the Rudawa's meek tributary,
the same stream that floated in a little cloud over Paris

in the year seven hundred and sixty-four
on the seventh of May at three a. m.

There are not enough mouths to utter
all your fleeting names, O water.

I would have to name you in every tongue,
pronouncing all the vowels at once

while also keeping silent — for the sake of the lake
that still goes unnamed

and doesn't exist on this earth, just as the star
reflected in it is not in the sky.

Someone was drowning, someone dying was
calling out for you. Long ago, yesterday.

You have saved houses from fire, you have carried off
houses and trees, forests and towns alike.

You've been in christening fonts and courtesans' baths.
In coffins and kisses.

Gnawing at stone, feeding rainbows.
In the sweat and the dew of pyramids and lilacs.

How light the raindrop's contents are.
How gently the world touches me.

Whenever wherever whatever has happened
is written on waters of Babel

By Wisława Szymborska

Faith is in you whenever you look
At a dewdrop or a floating leaf
And know that they are because they have to be.
Even if you close your eyes and dream up things
The world will remain as it has always been
And the leaf will be carried by the waters of the river.

You have faith also when you hurt your foot
Against a sharp rock and you know
That rocks are here to hurt our feet.
See the long shadow that is cast by the tree?
We and the flowers throw shadows on the earth.
What has no shadow has no strength to live.

By Czeslaw Milosz

Quando passamos num bonito lugar,
Onde temos muita vontade de estar,
A noite parece dia feito luar,
Talentos da minha poesia por explicar,
Conexões com pessoas de outras terras,
Visões passadas de paz e guerras.

Parece que nos conhecemos numa vida anterior,
Que o nosso espírito quer estar num estado superior.
A energia da alma nunca é destruída,
Ele passa de vida para vida,
A energia de sempre querer viver,
Passa de ser para ser.

Espírito meu que pareces  embarcar numa viagem,
Pareces ser um alegre trem sem carruagem.
Queres te purificar para a Deus e universo agradecer,
Reencarnando muitas vezes sem querer,
A vida perde sentido por vezes com a racionalidade,
Pois a morte terrena é sempre uma realidade.

Victor Marques

Gratitude for the rest of the day,
giving smiles away,
things are going well,
sinners with no bells.

Right now In your mind,
people will be around,
Doors and windows open tomorrow,
library of the universe,
Loving every human being in excess,
Banks without any money to borrow.

Leaves with the fear of being on the air,
Life is not always fair,
lions in the jungle with goats and lambs,
Loving life my dear friends.

Victor Marques

Banks without any money to borrow.

Everything is fine with the perfect gift,
Of the universe so perfect,
Perhaps more than we expect,
the lights on that we can quit,
romantic love to hear in a dark night,
stars shine all right...

oh.., yesterday gone forever,
future want a lift to get your hands,
violinist in the past support hardly fever,
university of the universe with no commands,
sun, paradise color of a golden brown hair,
Universe unknown , United but not fair. ..


back in time to go to eternity,
with no fear of death,  but totally free,
Universe unknown for human mind,
infinite,  unknown for mankind.


Victor Marques

my emotions
are bone scaffolds;
too weak and old,
keep on breaking,
keep on fixing,
disappointed, unloved,
overdosed with anesthesia,
a disaster in finding a cure
for this dementia