Portuguese version with a slightly different ending :)
«O meu colar de gotas de chuva
Primeira: Porque tens as mãos molhadas?
Segunda: Eu estava a fazer um magnífico colar de gotas de chuva, quando de repente todos os pingos se transformaram em lágrimas.
Primeira: Tentavas criar uma realidade que não poderia existir além do teu sonho.
Segunda: Eu só tentava fazer aquilo imaginado
Primeira: Infelizmente, isso significa que nunca será…

the moment of surprise,
hold of breath,
wandering eyes,
cloudy skies,
crowded place,
elevated space,
racing heart,
i'm fallen apart,
tight grip on your colar,
don't be so bipolar,
red lipstick kisses,
heartbroken pieces,
messy hair,
we are the perfect pair,
only when you leave me,
you will see,
why we were so reckless,
young and careless,
fooling around,
misbehaving without a sound,
our hearts wound,
unfixable,
dismissable.

De que cor sopra hoje o teu vento e que sol o faz voar,
Quais os caprichos do teu tempo que desdenham ao luar,
Qual a cor das tuas pétalas que ao rubro quero provar,
Um sabor e uma lembrança pra sempre eu vou recordar!

Foi no brilho dos teus olhos e na tristeza do teu olhar,
Foi as formas da tua face que me acolheram o despertar,
Tantas outras tantas de voltas eu te quero a ti reencontrar,
Provar de novo os teus beijos doces e me poder deliciar!

Ouro fino cor de cetim para te cobrir e levar ao pé do mar,
Jogar na areia todas as lembranças e poder ali te abraçar,
Dar um aperto louco, quente e mouco no silêncio a te amar,
Viver de novos todas as caricias dadas e poder fervilhar!

Como eu voou de novo nos meus sonhos a te ver voar,
Como me entrego na loucura que se apoderou como colar,
Me dá voltas nas voltas mas me segura não vai estrangular,
É preciso apenas acreditar que nada foi em vão e vai voltar!

As saudades frescas a vontade mais forte de te vir a poder amar,
Sejam esses os caminhos de dois seres que acreditaram nesse amar,
Uma febre fresca, um alívio doce, um jeito sem força, apenas te amar!

Autor: António Benigno
Pelos caminhos do tempo pelas vontades do vento apenas gestos e palavras certas!

Everyday's a spell bound drag,
embers scarred along scuffed knee caps,
baking the lips,
ash bitten into the tongue,
I watch infinity burn and swoon,
a scarlet star that never ceases to suicide trip along the earth's axis,
ever spinning,
always falling,
she's a super nova splendid,
accompanying my selfless self undoing,
I clamor amongst the midnight vices,
collecting stars with the outlines of my finger tips,
dancing to phantoms never dreamed,
immortality wrestled along my colar bones,
it's all a game of dying slower than decomposing

bañar al perro

                       colar el café
          
                                            lavar la ropa
                                                          
                                                                  cocinar en la madrugada
                  
                                                                                                              *ser tuya

she could never imitate a cat or a dog, woman simply scolded man enough that man can relate to the two former state, and state that the third party misguides a share of concern for the two silences in terms of what man says: i think, which to the woman translates as: i scheme.*

being with a woman would only
make me weak,
i'm sure there are enough
pheasants to strut the colar purple
colours translated via genetics
into wings from the depths of
the pacific... as i am sure
enough serfs and aristocrats
simply love to ****... in order
to then look at aquariums filled
with ants; come my puppets come!
my fingers are eagerly awaiting
strain for the puppetry of being strained;
the king killed his queen in a raging fit
of jealosy... he's my caeserean digit now -
lo! behold the gravity of a chopped off
head of a gladiator like the anaesthetic of
the apple in salival drooling off the tree to the earth
in a quasi-rubber spandex strap: ah, almost, almost,
ah, almost, almost... drop!

I want bones to flaunt
hip bones
colar bone
cheek bones
ribs
I want the world to see me
thin
happy elagant
beautiful
so unlike myself.

They come on like small shocks,
Like faulty neon lights,
Gauche in purple, and bright.
Memory. Blinking OFFf and ON.
I follow them like the swimmer,
Thinking to rest on the lake buoy,
But finding it too slippery;
Not panicking, but worried,
Then turning.

Stuff and things get sold or razed,
Re-zoned or re-engineered.

I can't walk those streets and places,
Not in life or memory.
I'm better off
Staying out of the lake.
And under the neon light'

Turn up my colar to the cold and damp.

I assume the alleyway is there,
Where we left it;
And the five towering pines,
Like young brothers,
Slap branches at one another,
And grow in the winds.

Dear ancient true love, Happy New Year Happy birthay.
How do you do blessings.
My maginary best friend indeed many lifetimes it seems we have loved each other-rddpc.
What a wonderful world
That old famed sweet sad song.
Hearing it for what it was meaning with mine inaction,
indeed it crushed my heart on Mothers Day
i still feel the awful pain of my inaction and how I missed my mark
walking away tore me into bits.
I hated misunderstanding you.
I hated being disasociated in my struggle to support myself with honors, with gangs closing each job door I oppened.
Here to wish you belated
many Marry Christmasse
and a Happy New Years belated cards
Happy belated birthdays every year of your life
I always think of you,
my ancient true love
I got a Christmas Card and are making a copy of it found on online
A chosen christmas card as in ancient times,
wishing you many Happy Birthdays too.
A rather well-wishing snowy holiday card, celebrating every blessed month and day of January 30th also.
Though yes i survived, my tragic life filled with love despite surviving and running from serial killers since childhood.
Habitual drug users who bailed themselves out of ******* dues and implicated me and my children's life in USA-
An unprovoqued hate crime that lasted a life time.
Because where i was born annoyed them criminals, my social status.
relentless enemies stalked me for years and my children.
Ever betrayed, ever demonizing, trashing me to my own grown kids in places I shined best, brightest and holy good to my children.

These enemies repaid me evil for my good with undeserved malignant evil jealousies, envy
destroying my cherished motherhood in character and integrity, to my own grown children.
from these greedy crazed scumb
I took billion blows, by means of dead silence. Had i with my kids gone public and to authorities no divisdion would exist tarred by lies..
Despite their greed and malice I feel a sacred alignment in the motherhood
department in that, I saved myself and my baby children each time it was needed.
mMainly I was hated for my PHD survival skills along with my check book lacking funds I could never ballance and they could not steal.

I remain filled with love
The love you showed me woke me up with deepest understanding
of all you are.
Here with deep infinite gratitude for your pain your patience your sacrifices, your loss.
I remain indebted to you and your beloved Mom, your parents for all eternity
I did accepted her benefit, the treasure of her friensmdship she crowned me wit,h and for all eternity in every lifetime, infinite gratitude, infinite love to you and your  parents.
I shall forever grieve such loss.
I lived with stabbing regret to not have contacted your precious loving Mom again.
For all your wounds and blows my silences gave you unintentionally
for all you offered me, for missing the mark
for your offer for a happier easier life, filled with treasures in heaven and on Earth
Your genuine family made of heaven and star diamond dust, for companionship my great treasures, along with  
the joy of eternal true love i found in you for me,
I love you, NOT in a time sensitive matter but forever and chronologically without happily ever afters.
My heart sobs for my poor beloved children and because of my silence missed up on the happiness joy your beloved parents, your siblings and best friends, meant for us four.

The enemy couldn't **** me pregnant on the various ways  attempted nor could steal my children so the enemy
Waited to trash demonize me in holy places to my few nlind deaf mute -in laws and my grown kids were deeply
affected prisioners by their marriage partners.
This horror true story I hid for too long and  culprit waiting to end me, divide me, and lie about my heroic surviving mothetly gold skills.
The enemy stalked me tracked my car and slowly went for my in-laws to trash me to the eleven winds to everyone who was fund of me, who loved me treasured me cherished me, admired me along with my children.
To my undeserved enemies in Mexuco in Greece and in USA, my children the object of their evil obsession remains.
You beloved myvtrue love were my all my heaven sent, the forces of good and understanding. You I could not chase i lost too.

Such a precious family i found in all that you are, all of you that were mine all for the taking. I thank you I cherish you I adore your mind in any state of distress I honor you.

I never found such blessings in this
lifetime ever again.
I have mourned the loss of my grandkids relationship my only treasures, assimilated by intruder malignant thives
Those blue colar criminals still hunt me down in the medicaid medicare field eadly enemies wont give up their, greed malice and habitual drug use.
Their hate crimes isolated me from my grandkids my sons in laws took their hate to profit- I am worth more to them dead then alive.
"I always think of you as someone very dear and precious."
So beleted Marry Christmases and Belated Happy birthdays dearest darling. How i love you.
Infinite gratitude my love,
all the days of my life.
I am worshipping you.
likewise, my beloved children.
How I love you for ever
eternally yours,
Angeli.. Mom Mother.
~~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba

tremi de falar já o que te esconde embaixo da saia.
tecido pesado esse que te faz caminhar um tanto mais lento.
e se só a gente tivesse asas e mais ninguém?
que injusto pinguins se amarem durante a vida inteira e a gente não.
arranquei mechas de cabelo e fiz de cada fio uma história pra contar.
mas eu nem tenho coragem de colar na parede...
fica palpitando. é normal. errei várias vezes.
a cara já começa a enrugar e escurecer.
primeiros sinais do infinito dos teus olhos.
plante. ou não também. escreva uma coisa absurda depois ponha fogo. ou não também.
corte as pontas dos dedos, mas não jogue fora. use como fones de ouvido.
não dá pra escapar da tristeza.
capturei uma coisa pra ti, olha só.
mais uma linha de algo escrito que não era pra ser escrito assim.