DESTINO QUE É DESTINO

Antigos sonhos que se sonharam,
Amores que passaram.
Gotas de orvalho cristalino,
Destino que é destino.

Paixões turbulentas e calmas,
Cavernas que já foram cavernas,
Doenças que são grandes traumas,
Destino e paz às almas.

Sentimentos sem ter prazo,
Comboios no cais do acaso,
Saudades do tempo que passou,
Destino daquilo que fui e sou.

Avezinhas cantam belas melodias,
Suaves com suas crias,
Embalado na corrente do rio Tua que ainda corre,
Destino meu que não morre…


Alijó, 22 de Outubro de 1991
Victor Marques

Close your own eyes,
Open your windows.
Your eyes will open letters of hidden secrets,
Doors will be open for you.

Forests with squirrels,  frogs and creative bats,
Doors in their own little lives,
knowledge not be published in our minds,
Doors closed and possibly open. ..

Life is for the wind,
For roses that you have any time,
Doors and windows closed for your love,
Riverside without anything,

Doors,  Doors angry foggy days,
Brilliant sunny,  wet and dark night,
Doors open at the atmosphere,
Windows close down with my fear.

Victor Marques

Thanks for the first time I saw the light,
With care and support from mother,
Understanding the air and having a father.
Naked with abundance of the sky above,
I was born with tones of love...


Years of learning how to look everyone in the eyes,
Charming with friends and helping with smiles,
I know that I was a Child with different care,
I was born somewhere!

I love naturally with immense sense of grace,
I was born with a funny face,
Mountains with so many trees to grow,
Loving life in every blow.