What else generates laughs
It's what comes of sadness,
It would be funny
If it were not sad.

What is most impressive
It's what everyone already knows,
It would be funny
If it were not sad.

What most distresses people
Are the consequences of love,
It would be funny
If it were not sad.

What generates more income for poets
Are the tragedies reports
Plucking joy of sad people,
It would be funny
If it were not a Poem.

"You tell me i'm full of certainties,
But i'm made by my own understandings
And although it may appear to be sure,
In my truth
It has dubt.

And that's why when it comes ahead
It does not appear as an imposition,
But always as a possible new way of seeing."

Matheus Peleteiro

In some point we are all the same.
We are all the same empty bottom
In an old navy jeans.

I want to be strong enough
To don't need
Belong to the same place
My entire life.


I want to be a faded star
With a twinkle in his chest
Singing and dancing
When the rain hits.


I want to be from the world,
I want to be metamorphosis,
Rhythms and cultures,
Romances and tragedies


I want the surprise
And the madness
Which stands in a European
Knowing Latin America


I want to lie down and listen
What say the constellations
On a cold day,
Which  no one beside.


I want the luck of a love not found,
To live in the eternal search
For the other half of the orange.


Exploring cultures
Exploring hearts
Exploring the world
And their variables.


And if I ever find,
I wish that i had lived long enough
To know that there are
Anything else
To search.

I Believe
While poor in spirit
Argues fiercely
About the novel,
The ballad,
Or elections

While mismatched souls
Discusses
About the fight of the night,
The soccer match, or
The race on Sunday


While ******* with
"Class"
drank cross-legged
And open necklines

While intellectuals
Holding coffee with the pinky,
Influenced voters,
Or explained ideas

As the world be sad
Diving standards,
My friends lost their pose.
After all,
They just wanted
Have fun.

And
They danced,
They shouted,
Discussed,
And they laughed.
They laughed that bunch of problems,
Because they knew that
Smiles, was the best medicine
In the absence of solutions.

To fix this,
Felt disgust of those vile beings,
The go through life
Unassuming.
Or maybe,
feel only
Annihilating a pity.
It was weird, but
At the same time,
It made sense.

The world still can be saved
For a few.
You can not believe,
Nietzsche can not believe,
God can not believe,
But I believe.

I'm a broken heart
That is reconstructed every morning
So the night,
Can break it once again.

I am a broken heart,
Who prefers to be seen
As a fragile object,
Than be hardened as the cities.

I am a broken heart
With all necessary support
To be rebuilt
With its new scars.

I am a throbbing and alive heart party,
That can still break several times,
And prove that
After all,

Love exists.

That story
Could have changed my life
But, I know that ever
I will have memories of her again.

Because the writers are like that
And the ideas are like that.
If you do not have a keyboard,
Or a piece of paper
At the right time
At the right place,
They fly,
Fly like napkins in a
Thunderstorm.

And if successful,
Some fragment of what is left,
Will surely be cut in pieces,
Incomplete,
Whitout beginning,
Without end.
Because that moments, yes,
They are unique.

So, like that
Go the ideas;
The moments;
The time;
The possibilities;
And the napkins.