e com essa marra sua
eu faço nosso laço
e ajeito nosso passo
como quem se perpetua

e com esse teu jeitinho
eu nos desenho, sem pressa
te encho de carinho
e o delírio me atravessa

na tua cama
contorno as tuas linhas
que eu sei não serem minhas
mas trato como quem ama

e nesse paralelo criado
nesse universo só nosso
eu faço o que posso
pra ver o mundo atravessado

como quem ama
meu bem

a poem to no one
is a true story
that hasn't happened
yet

more worried, more conscious
knowing more, but using less
that's what life became
despite the sadness

more of a change, less of something
building an identity
identifying as nobody
the randomness about causality

more of a why, less of a what
curiosity causing more stress
yet ignorance always knocks on the door
"yes."

I am
and I know

the change I have become

There is a gift for you
It is now in your life
It wasn’t before, when you knew nothing about it
And even now that you know, the unknown remains inside
You want to open it! Solve the mystery

But the packing is so beautiful,
What if that’s my gift?
A nice packing. It could be.
After all, that is what incited my interest
My curiosity
But I want to know
Is there something more?
I mean, the packing is nice
But maybe the gift is special
What if it is not? You know, few things in life are truly interesting
But what if…

You can’t know if you don’t open it
Open it, open it!

But the packing…
What if I ruin it?
Oh well, I’ve got to try
It was wrapped with so much care
It has to be nice
But I will take a photo, just in case
It will be the memory I can save
If everything goes wrong

If everything goes wrong?
At least you got the moment
Now open your gift! See what you were given
There should be a reason
For it to have been hidden

I will do it slowly
Even if I feel like my fingers can’t wait
So much curiosity!
I almost can’t hold myself
But I have to keep calm
What is the point
Of unwrapping it too fast?
Is pleasing my curiosity
Everything I want?
Will the gift be
Anything I want?

First movement.
The thoughts go
Get confused
Mess around
What can it be?
Second movement.
All together
Waiting for it
Can you see?
Third movement

Done

As the infinity of the dark sky made me drawn under its waves, a warm hand held my heart and an empty box packed my mind. That feeling. A sweet despair, an agonizing calm and the silent thunder that broke myself in one. Balance was no more in the trinity, but in the foggy line that connected my feet to the beautiful gloom captivating my eyes. My hands were useless; insignificant towards the untouchable serenity around my body. My hips, though, contained almost as much energy as the fast beats of my heart. Purity came into my lungs at every breath. My chest was a cosy home for whatever dared to knock on the door of magnitude. Although I am not a megalomaniac, the infinity fits nicely inside my soul.

incazzandomi da sempre
per sempre

e per niente

My steps got slower as words flew into my mind
My heartbeats got stronger as every sentence made sense
The calm became blurrier and was nowhere to find
The air became heavy and my feelings a bit dense

As my eyes travelled along the dark black ink
And each curve of each letter was a different confusion
I could only feel my brain incapable to think
And the relief I felt for finally knowing your conclusion

I thought of the warmth and the passion in your touch
I remembered the moments of ample satisfaction
When we understood each other without saying much
And we would both smile as a natural reaction

The words were so meaningful
Yet less than what you give me
I must say I'm ******* thankful
That now I know you won't leave me

I try and I talk and I might
but all the senses are corrupt
and I cry and I call and I fight
but of love I was never taught

your sweetness makes me feel a bit detached from reality

Acaso
criou o caso
que nós criamos

Sintonia, simpatia
A mão leve e o riso frouxo
Fantasia
Dos que vem
Dos que vão
Dos que vivem

Vivemos,
Vivemos bem
Apesar de outros alguéns
E do imaginário que nos retém

A cumplicidade sutil
Dos olhos que sabem
Que não se verão mais
Que sabem dos momentos de paz
E da vida quando está à mil

O carinho na base
Dos sentimentos puros
Na positividade
Do desconhecido, do não vivido
E ainda assim natural
Na pureza, na conexão
Daquilo que não cria o mal
E que aprendeu a entender
Como se comporta um igual.

eu gosto tanto de você
mas é difícil dizer
que depois de tanto tempo
eu ainda tenho saudade

e eu já quis tanto te ver
e ver contigo o sol nascer
nos nossos meios de nada
ou no centro da cidade

eu queria que o fim
não fosse coisa ruim
que impedisse de te ver
e iniciasse tempestade

dói dentro de mim
saber que agora é assim
eu pra cá, você pra lá
e no meio, às vezes, maldade

me faz falta te abraçar
e com carinho escutar
o que cê tem a dizer
sobre eu e você
e a nossa cumplicidade

eu queria é que o mundo
a essa hora tão vagabundo
criasse alguma compaixão
e extinguisse essa saudade

minha saudade de te ter