#saudade
Each door an open breathing in a space starred
The closer you are far, her saudade soft is hard
In the presence of an absence deep lingers long
Silence in solitas, writes us moving in a throng,
To love a going away, a ghost so real she hurts,
A picture in a book a word in a sentence bursts
Past a flowing you feel us shoulder to shoulder
A name that lifts a fog, whispers a newer older,
I feel I cannot know two sides of you you move
Love cannot forget the long and short we prove
In the quiet ways remain, strange & tender still,
Your soft ache our world had twice, yes we will
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC
Tributo a António Alexandre Marques
Nas encostas de socalcos desenhados,
Onde o Douro flui em veia de prata,
António seguiu, de passos pausados,
Fazendo da terra a prece mais exata.
Era setembro, o ar cheirava a vida,
Vindima em flor, o fruto em seu rigor,
Quando a jornada, enfim, foi concluída,
E o mestre se fundiu no seu labor.
Em 2002, o ciclo fez-se eterno,
Nestas vinhas que ele tanto amou,
Onde o suor, no verão e no inverno,
Em atos de profunda fé se revelou.
Pai de afetos, de linhagem e de brio,
Plantou nos filhos o grão da retidão,
Como um rio que deságua noutro rio,
Levando o amor à terra no coração.
Hoje, é poeira de sol na videira,
Sopro místico no vale profundo,
Pois quem com Deus plantou a vida inteira,
Colhe a paz no pomar do outro mundo.
Victor Marques
Douro
Portugal
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:00 AM UTC
Meu bem do céu,
Tudo bem com você?
Já está na pausa que você queria?
Já procurou o seu jeito?
Basta você querer e deixar o passado para seguir adiante.
Tenho muitas perguntas para você, só que dessa vez eu não vou te perguntar mais, o tempo já chegou para organizar minha prioridade.
Então, com esse pensamento, eu te desejo tudo o que ocorra em tua vida, e eu na minha.
É como se o passado estivesse me torturando com lembranças de suas palavras, seu toque e seu jeito de ser, o jeito que você me tocou.
Minha pele e tua pele transformando-se em uma, como você pode caminhar nessa vida sem sentir nada?
Andando como se eu e você nunca estivéssemos juntos, tocando e beijando até o amanhecer.
Você é um homem, afinal do dia.
Esse é seu jeito de ser, mas o meu não.
Minha alma, minha consciência, meu coração sentem demais para agir como se nada tivesse acontecido; é algo que pessoas que não têm alma, que não têm paz nenhuma, fazem em suas vidas.
Eu não sou uma pessoa dessa maneira, mas, em nossa situação, sou forçada a ser inverdadeira com meu próprio DNA.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
We might have spoken,
For well over a lifetime,
Freedom herself would envy,
How gracefully you moved.
The one who would kiss,
Even the faulted ones.
A laugh, enlightening,
The wandering souls.
A sweet smile too charming,
Even for the toughest sailors.
All so lightly, like a feather,
You spoke those words,
"You will miss me one day",
With a lovely playful grin,
Bright as a burning star.
How hopeful and naïve,
I once was to retort,
"You wish, darling!"
Destiny playing its cards,
Towards my sweet demise,
Those words kept echoing,
In the wastelands of my mind.
Bliss turned to sorrow,
Blurry eyes, a shy smile,
As the day finally came,
To confess,
You were right all along,
Darling.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC
I long for the days, where I'll stop worrying,
About who will share your most precious moments,
About who is granted the privilege of your side,
And make your lovely heart, beat, and dance.
About which beach was fortunate enough,
To delicately kiss your pretty feet, with its warm sand,
About the lucky birds on your path, that sang for your name,
And feasted on the sweetness of your laugh.
About the clouds, did they let the sun, soothe you delicately?
Or did they paint your skies, and, for a tender millisecond,
My thought crossed your racing mind?
About you, simply you, are you ok? Or mad? Or grateful? Or scared? Or happy?
If you feel good, wherever you are, with peace bathing in your mind,
If you keep working towards your goals, forever eager to do more,
If your precious ojitos found mystical delights, to lay upon,
If you felt creative, and took magnificent photographs,
To accompany you, in moments of doubt, and create lovely memories.
But now, I just worry.
I know those days are already lost in the blizzard of my future,
But I still want to hope, that one day, I'll feel free,
From my favourite gift, powerful, but bittersweet.
I want to hope for the days, where I'll become strong,
So strong, my doubts will fly away, high in the sky, chasing the clouds,
And leave me with only your sweet, lovely warmth, to embrace.
And I would count, with passion, to those who want to hear,
How bright my favourite star shines, how caring and delicate,
Like the sweetest flower in the garden, charming and colorful,
How magical, a wanted presence can be, healing and tender.
I'll tell them about life, and they'd all fall in love with my sun,
They wouldn't need to burn, but I'll be understood.
But now, it's time to sleep,
The moon is shining,
And not going anywhere.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
როცა ღელე მოიტანს ცრემლებს,
შენი თვალები აქარწყლებს სევდას.
ანდალუზიურ ბალადის გამას
გაბმულ სიმებად შენი თმით ვუკრავ.
მინდა რომ ისევ ვიცოდე შენზე
თეთრი და შავი ზღაპრების თხრობა.
ალუმნისფერი თვალები შენი,
სოლედად, ისევ დაბრუნდი ჩემთან
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
Digo que português
é uma língua mentirosa.
Distorce, engana
e ainda goza.
Digo "Tenho saudades".
Não pode estar correto.
Como posso eu ter algo
quando não te tenho perto?
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
The moon is lathered in a milky sheet
A duvet of languid longing
And although my mind is not discrete
It cuts atmosphere dawning
With ambience only found in those who loved
and those who have perished from it
To persevere past the pyres of sanguine allure
is to cultivate the spirit of future past
A time corrupted through vices, internal unknown
Like an ashtray of device, it lays to you unbeknownst
A tool of destruction, Shiva's scythe
A bouquet of olive branches, a path to Christ
Follow it blindly through the forest of harpies
And emerge a new soul, doused in shards of grief
But cut from the glass your mind refracts
Your body remains
But your soul is complete.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
Oh, consciência, implacável juíza,
Que fere mais que qualquer algoz,
Trazes lembranças de amor desfeito,
E um eco amargo de nossa voz.
O peito anseia reviver a chama,
Que outrora ardia em doce fulgor,
Mas logo a sombra do arrependimento,
Apaga os rastros do que foi amor.
Diz-se apaixonado, anseia o reencontro,
Mas trata-me frio, como um forasteiro,
Sou eu quem vaga por sonhos desfeitos,
Na vã esperança de um amor inteiro.
E então, cruel consciência alerta,
Diz-me que corro sem direção,
Alimento esperanças já esquecidas,
Num tempo que jaz na escuridão.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
Sua voz ressoa em meus ouvidos,
como um sussurro do tempo que insiste em voltar.
Finjo-me de pedra, de indiferença fria,
e revisto minha alma de lembranças amargas,
na esperança de que me sirvam de escudo.
Angústia… essa velha conhecida,
vem e me lembra de tudo que fiz,
de tudo que foi em vão.
Se antes nada bastou,
por que agora haveria de ser diferente?
E a confiança… onde ficou?
Talvez perdida na imensidão do esquecimento,
talvez guardada, adormecida,
à espera de um dia
em que a saudade seja mais forte
do que as dores que me ensinaste a sentir.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 7:40 PM UTC
Um dia, olho ao lado e lá vem ela,
Menina de batom vermelho, essência singela.
Seu vestido rubro dança ao vento,
E com um olhar, congela o tempo.
Seus passos firmes, seus olhos profundos,
Empurra o mundo, desvia segundos.
Um leve sorriso, de canto de boca,
E meu coração, por ela, já louca.
Ao passar por mim, sem uma palavra,
Seu olhar me chama, sua presença agrada.
Diz sem dizer: "Vem ficar comigo",
E eu, sem pensar, já sou seu abrigo.
Sempre que a vejo, meu dia se acende,
Com seu sorriso bobo, tão doce, tão quente.
Ela pouco fala, mas diz tudo sem som,
O coração entende, sem precisar de tom.
E quando escreve, se perde no meio,
Manda palavras onde não há segredo.
Mas pouco importa o destino errado,
Pois entre nós, já está selado.
Da amizade ao desejo, um passo tão breve,
A saudade aperta, a presença me serve.
Pois a vontade de estar junto grita forte,
Mais que a distância, mais que a sorte.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
How can I miss what I never held,
A voice unheard, a face unspelled?
Yet here I am, adrift, alone,
Yearning for someone i've never physically known.
No touch, no words, no fleeting glance,
No thread of fate, no twist of chance.
And yet you live within my chest,
A stranger known, a soul confessed.
I’ve traced your outline in my head,
In shadows vast, in stars up ahead.
Each spark a thread that pulls me near
To something missed, yet never here.
Oh, saudade, bittersweet refrain,
You carve my heart, yet ease the pain.
For even in your shapeless void,
A hope persists, a dream employed.
So, to the you I might never see,
A part of me still sets you free.
To live, to love, to softly be,
The missing half of all I need.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
Seeing you for the first time -
you fill me with warmth and affection,
those I pushed away when all was surreal
Meeting you for the first time -
you have a magic wand
and scare away the dragon that instilled my fears
Hugging you for the first time -
you show me the pond
that could easily overflow with all my tears
Us becoming one undermines all our doubts
Your kiss is a drop of water
in my dehydrated mouth
Your hug is the warmth I need
in the icy months of despair
You were supposed to be here now
Our hands intertwined
If only
If only you had dared to love me
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
Sinto saudades…
Do seu cheiro, dos seus beijos,
Dos seus cabelos.
De te assistir chegando quando estou te esperando
Da forma que fico, sem graça, tímido, quase uma criança
Na sua presença.
Saudades…
Do seu toque, da sua pele, do seu gosto
Dos seus abraços, de te abraçar.
De te segurar até dormir
Da sua beleza, inefável
Do jeito que voce me faz rir
Colocar a palma da sua mão contra a minha,
Das suas unhas roídas…
Passo vontades, doídas, mas que vontades boas!
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 3:32 PM UTC
The rose,
Staid on the porch rail,
Was forbidden in the parlor.
First frost arrived,
Enrobing petals in velvet,
Crimson thick and skin softened,
Bewildering. Those who stroll by
Behold,
But not take —
Who could handle
The scentless spectacle
Spoiling inside?
A private decay in a white blanket tomb,
A fading in a deafened hollow.
Next year the neighbor will plant
New roses to surrender.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC
The pen bleeds
But the heart still hurt
Yearning to learn that story
To console its forgotten memories
A face that haunts
The same voice that makes you cry in your sleep
Puzzles that vanish
When the sun is up and reality is awake
I don't know
I can't remember
I want to know
I want to remember
The heart that longs
The pain that can't be consoled
Making the present bleak
Them looking at you in disdain
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Why am I different?
Why do I feel too much?
I don't know
I cannot remember
I need to know
I need to remember
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 1:42 AM UTC
I sit. The grass is damp with the light rain that falls upon my head.
“It’s been a while”, I say, breaking the silence. Not that there’s anybody here to respond. Not anymore. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply. Trying to calm down the nerves that are still here after all this time, the beating of my heart.
All this time. All those wasted years of space for nothing. It’s unbreakable, the heavy blanket in the air, the one holding all the words in the past that I cannot bear to bring up. The one that is better left alone, forgotten.
There is so much I want to say.
So much that I won’t say.
The rain begins to pour heavier. The drops are now pounding against me, my clothes soaking wet. The wind picks up sticks and pebbles, and I watch as they scatter across the ground,
I do not move.
Instead, I stay still. Letting the sky cascade against me, as it forms puddles in the soil. The pitter pat sound is strangely comforting. I take everything in and nothing in at the same time, only focusing on the noise, ignoring the cold, the want to go run back inside.
I’m tired of running.
I want to believe that you’re up there watching, proud. That you can find it within your heart to forgive me for being a coward, for being unable to take the step forward. That even after all these years of silence between us, we are still there, existing between the universe.
I hope that one day, in the future, I will return, changed for better.
That I will finally tell you all the things I should have said long ago.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:32 PM UTC
I open my most special notebook among the hundreds
Plagued with memories that degrade over time
With knowledge that only paper may preserve my thoughts
I have my list of Wisdoms in my mind
Knowing the first must be the most impactful to all our lives
And thus I write, forever to be known as Wisdom number One
The cause of all my pain
In our lives we encounter gems
Our most precious of valuables
Our most cherished of moments
Which make life truly worth it
Which pull us through another painful day
Just for the chance to experience it once more
But
Our gems, revisited, never shine quite as bright
We search endlessly to reclaim our joy from these moments
But all that is left, is sadness, for moments lost
But all that is right, is wisdom, for we know that those moments are lost
We know the past brightness of our most cherished gems
But even in memory, every passing day
Makes our gems look a little duller
Losing our happiest times in favor of a painful world
All the while, we would rather trade reality for fantasy at any price
All the never, would we trade our faded gems for happiness
And thus we willingly keep our pain
These faded gems being the only remaining mementos of our joy
Preferring the sadness
Knowing somehow, losing our faded gems would make us worse off
Even if joy results
All gems fade.
You can only see each gem for the first time once.
Each passing moment takes a little more from you, never to be experienced or remembered again.
However
There are some who trade their gems for happiness
Some who reject their happiest memories
Some who stop trying to reclaim those moments
Some who are truly broken
For we know that somehow, our pain has more value.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
Ele é confusão
Inesperado como a chuva no Verão
Turbulento e confuso
Ouve-me de noite
Adormece de dia
Discorda dos meus princípios
É terramoto na minha personalidade
Ele é diferente
Por ser igual a tudo aquilo que procuro
Agita-me até água transbordar
Toca-me violentamente
E ainda me sinto virgem
Diálogos viram ausência
Abraços viram respirações suspensas
Memórias viram mensagens espaçadas
Ele é banho de água fria
Café queimado
Areia branca que queima
É desnecessário
Mas inevitável
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
Come sit here with me my friend.
Come and rest your weary feet
A comfy seat and window pane
As we watch the passing trains
And people on the street.
Come sit here with me my friend
Come and share with me your day
This sunny view and empty chair
Are not the same
Without you sitting there.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
Christmas is here.
Your absence is my present.
How lucky I am
To have the gift
Of missing someone like you.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
The sun has finally set but the moon is nowhere to be seen. The smell of the sea reaches his nostrils as he walks by the bay feeling the soft caress of the wind while relishing his dreams---so lucid--- he thought it was real.
The soft waves of the sea touches his feet and as he looked down, he remembered how he was also looking down at his feet in his dreams before he saw the lady that haunted his night.
Then again, 'It's only a dream', he thought.
But, as he moves his glance up, a lady of ethereal beauty occupied his gaze, taking his breath away, making his heart skip a beat.
Her eyes, he thought, are the mixture of the ocean and lightning as they blend their colors.
Her soft eyes with a touch of danger was the very hue that haunted his every thought.
None of his paintings of her caught the life in her eyes.
And as he walk towards her, still captivated by her eyes, he finally came to realize why he always felt a pull and a need to go to the sea; to this sea.
The missing piece in his life has finally been found, knowing that the sole purpose of his life continues, more than anything,
"It's because of you."
He uttered as he sensed elation spreading,
feeling like he has finally come home.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC
I could only think of
your sweet voice,
because i have no
any other choice.
i can only imagine
your eyes and your smiles,
that i wont be seeing,
again in a while.
I could only hold
my thoughts of you,
cause it’s impossible
to hold you.
because even if i wanted to
it’s not that easy.
because right now,
you’re a lifetime away from me.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC