"paulo" poems
Reinaldo was the name they gave the great white elephant
Who came to clear the jungles around Sao Paulo
A clever notion that because Reinaldo was born in the jungle
Any jungle would do just fine, Brazilian or Siamese made no difference
Just as clever was the notion that because I was a black man, educated
I would do just fine directing other black men to do work, English or Portuguese made no difference
Was I truly so much a fool, twice over?
Reinaldo occasionally was afflicted with slothfulness
Some of the men thought it was from lack of **** and whip
I was of a mind that it was due to lack of companionship
It was costly enough to ship one giant beast across a great sea
I left a wife, in Maryland, whom I never loved and who never loved me
I admit before the plan was in motion I never considered that Reinaldo could have a family
Sometimes, I wonder, did he have a wife who never loved him?
Loneliness became a common theme in our new home away from home
And Reinaldo and I became friends, at least I thought of him fondly
As far as I could say, of all the men he responded best to me
At times it seemed a load of lumber was hauled as a personal favor
For the handler too soft to handle with fear and anger
But as much as loneliness was a theme, so was change, and death
The lifespan of an elephant compares to the lifespan of men
Were this scheme of mine to have worked as desired
I could have sent for a cow, and made Reinaldo a sire
Soon it was revealed that slothfulness was a symptom of an elephant young, healthy and wise
Who sensed not his own, but a friend's imminent demise
Now I am left to wonder how Reinaldo will fare in a world stranger than I could have known
His softest handler and only friend bedridden, waiting for my disease to take its final toll
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
UMAGA (Morning)
“I won’t talk, I won’t breathe. I won’t move ‘till you finally see that you belong with me..”
Nag-alarm ang cellphone ko,
at oras na ng pag-gising ko.
Oo, tama ka.
Ang paboritong kanta ni Paulo
ang tunog ng alarm ko.
Sa pagdilat ko, nakita ko nanaman
ang Araw na kasisikat pa lamang.
“Paulo” ayan nanaman ang unang salitang
nasabi ko, ang unang bagay at tao
na laman ng isipan ko.
Naisip ko, ako rin kaya ang naiisip niya
bago siya matulog?
Ako rin kaya ang unang nasa isip niya
sa kanyang paggising?
Umaga nanaman, panibagong araw na haharapin.
Bagong pagkakataon, bagong aabangan, at
bagong mga pangyayari.
Ang tanong ay simple lang naman,
Magkikita kaya kami?
Mabibigyan kaya kami ng pagkakataon ngayon?
Ang kahapon ay nakalipas na, sabi nga,
pero magmimistulang kahapon pa rin ba
ang araw ko ngaun?
Naghikab ako, sabay bangon.
Sa pagbangon ko, tumingin akong muli
sa bintana nakita ko na kumpleto
ang kulay na bumubuo sa paligid.
Berde, asul, dilaw, pula, puti, itim, brown,
lahat na ng kulay!
Ang ganda ng mundo ng mga tao,
ang ganda ng umagang sumalubong.
Pero nawala ang ngiti sa mga labi ko, at
kung may nakakita man sa akin
mababakas sa aking mga mata
ang lungkot, pananabik at pangungulila
ng malayo kay Paulo.
Gaano man kaganda ang paligid ko,
hindi pa rin kumpleto ang MUNDO KO
ng wala si Paulo.
Muli, napabuntong hininga ako
kasabay ng pagpigil ko sa aking mga luha
na nag-aadyang sila ay muling papatak.
Ayoko munang umiyak hanggat maaga,
marami pa naman mangyayari.
Mamaya nalang ulit kapag andiyan na ulit si Gabi,
ganoon ulit ang eksena, at ganoon naman lagi.
Binuksan ko ang pintuan ng aking kwarto,
lumabas na ako, at sa pagsara ko ng pinto
nagtanong ako ulit:
“Nasaan si Paulo?”
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
GABI (Night)
Ayan nanaman si araw,
iniwan nanaman niya ako.
Tinapos nanaman niya
ang maghapon sa paglubog.
Tinanggal nanaman niya
ang liwanag sa paligid ko.
At iniwan nanaman niya akong
nakatanaw sa malayo, sa tabi ng bintana,
minamasdan ang pagpasok ng dilim,
hinahanap ang buwan at mga bituin.
Ang tanawing ito ang nagpapa-alala sa akin
na “There is always light, even in the darkest times”.
Kasabay ng pagpasok ng dilim
ang pagtulo ng luha sa mga mata ko.
Nasaan si Paulo? ang tanong ko sa sarili ko.
Hinahanap ko nanaman siya,
sa tuwing sasapit ang ganitong oras.
Kailan ko kaya siya ulit makikita?
Kailan kaya kami ulit magkakasama?
Lumipas nanaman ang isang maghapon
na hindi ko nasilayan si Paulo.
Ipinikit ko ang aking mga mata ng mariin,
kasabay pa rin ang mga munting luha
na patuloy lang sa pagpatak habang
iginuguhit ko ang kanyang mukha sa aking isipan,
habang ninanais ko na mahawakan
ang kanyang kamay sa sandaling iyun.
Nangiti na sana ako, kaso pagdilat ko,
ako lang pala mag-isa ang nandito, at
kathang isip ko lang ang lahat.
Napabuntong hininga ako ng napakalalim,
at sa paglabas ko ng hangin sa aking katawan
naisipan ko nalang na pumikit ulit at manalangin.
“Ama, kung anuman po ang Inyong
ginawang plano sa amin ay Siya pong masusunod
at malugod ko pong tinatanggap.
Alam ko po na may magandang dahilan ang lahat
ng nangyayari sa amin na ayon sa Inyong kagustuhan.
Ang dasal ko lang po ay Nawa sana
tulungan Ninyo kaming makita at malaman
ang dahilan ng lahat ng ito.
Bigyan Ninyo kami ng lakas ng loob at sapat
na pananampalataya upang kumapit pa,
huwag sumuko at hawak kamay na harapin
ang pagsubok na ito. Hayaan Nyo po kaming
patuloy na manalangin, gawing sandalan ang isa’t-isa,
at gawin Kayong sentro ng aming pagmamahalan
sa kabila ng lahat. Amen. ”
At tuluyan ko ng ipinikit ang aking mata
sa pagtulog, nagbabakasakaling kahit
sa panaginip man lang ay mahagkan ko siya at makasama.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
*Dust on the ledge, before me, magnified
Smell of gun oil in my nostrils and cramp in the calves
The boredom of the wait intensifies,
Stale air in my loft is full of must
With the failing light I’m grateful it is almost time to stand down.
Through the cross hair sprints a target
An ordinary, everyday, running target,
I know not who this target is,
I know not why it runs across my sights,
But because it is, where it is,
It becomes my enemy.
In a microcosm of time
the loud bang alters things forever.
The buck of the rifle’s recoil,
The immediate sour stench of the shot washes back across my face.
The intoxication felt, in being the one who caresses the trigger.
The satisfaction earned in deservedly making the ****
My target spirals in mid stride,
Contorts in agony
And collapses to the rough tarmac
To lie dishevelled, an insignificant, dishevelled item.
Checking the **** through the telescopic sight
I see the rough stubble of the chin,
The nicotine stain on the fingers,
I see the colour of the eyes are pale blue.
…I know well, it will breathe no more.
With descending twilight
I trudge from my tower perch
With the long ****** rifle slung across my weary shoulders
The crones in the street glare as I walk by
There is a loathing in their aged eyes, It is a tangible thing.
I know they have no knowledge of the target,
But they know, however, that there has been a killing made for the cause.
A cold beer would be nice.
God! how I hate these young punks with purple hair.*
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27 November 2012
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
Twin ***** i seek
One is meek
Twos a freak
But a kick
To groans so deep
A shreek id hear
And there goes a leak
To the two ***** i seek
The beauty of ***** come high and low
But Paulo's pair of ***** is something the world should know
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Here is Paulo,
Always on the ball **
He thinks he’s Ronaldo
Playing on Madeiran sand lo.
The Caistor Couple, Patricia and Paul,
They’re at Willy’s to have a ball.
I’m not talking about playing sport,
More about beer and ***** and port.
Paul Butters
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
The admiral of the U.S. fleet
was staring towards the shore.
A mob of people jammed the wharf.
He thought we were at war.
The good Mayor Paulo, of Monterrey
was waving with the rest.
He saw our large Pacific fleet
And, doubtless, was impressed.
The commodore made cannons roar
The impact shook the ground
By miracle no townsfolk died
And not one sailor drowned.
“Perhaps they are saluting us!”
The puzzled mayor said.
But when we put marines ashore
Such thoughts soon left his head.
That day we captured Monterrey
It was quite the feat of arms
We lost just one or two marines
to some Senorita’s charms.
The State Department soon put an end
To the splendid little war
And erstwhile foes departed friends
from the Mexicali shore.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
There's some people up there hoggin' everything
Tellin' lies, givin' alibis about the peoples, money an' things
An' if they gonna throw it away, might as well give some to me
Yeah, they seen an' heard it but never had misery
There are some people who are starvin' to death
Never knew but only heard 'em an' they never had happiness
If you don't have enough to eat, how can you think of love?
You don't have time to care, so it's crime you're guilty of
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
Cut this jive an' see who's got the power to **** the most
When they run out of power, the world's gonna be a ghost
They know we're not satisfied, so we begin to holler
They give us a promise an' throw in a few more dollars
There's no price for happiness, there's no price for love
Up goes the price of livin' an' you're right back where you was
So whatever you got, just be glad you got it
Now we're gonna get on up an' get some more of it
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, got to have it, more power
For God's sake, got to have it, power, power, power
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you better give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you try it? Yeah, power, power
For God's sake, can't deny it, no, no, no, power, power
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people?
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people
For God's sake, why don't you give power, power?
For God's sake, you got to give
Songwriters
RECORD, EUGENE
-The Chi-Lites on Soul train!!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSIr5a4L8os
Joss Stone - São Paulo, Credicard Hall, 11/11/2012
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iyd3Dgi1xY
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Geografia I
Quando a Vila Jaiara era do mundo
O centro vital; se mais longe houvesse,
Lá chegara, aos saltos, de susto tomado
Em mim mesmo; silente rezava o missal.
Corria pelos campos – a savana, cerrado.
O medo do sistema heliocêntrico
Ainda não perdera: o medo de ser
Só. Eu vivia com meus irmãos e irmãs –
Éramos uma centena de bichinhos
Em torno de nossa mãe adotada,
A quem chamávamos de Senhora.
E em torno dela, tudo girava, girava...
Os grandes mandavam-nos, sorrateiros,
Andar pelo cerrado em busca de tudo:
Gabirobas, cajuzinhos, goiabas ...
Na Vila Jaiara havia tanta coisa mais.
A casa de Helena; de deuses onde doces.
Que à caminhada tornava clara para nós.
Centro luminoso em que a ceia do Senhor.
Não havia São Paulo ou Rio de Janeiro –
No máximo: Belo Horizonte, Araxá
Povoavam nossos sonhos.
E talvez Ouro Preto e Divinópolis –
Onde Dora reinava...
- Goiânia, São Petersburgo e Tegucigalpa – só no Atlas.
Anápolis era outra estória: a cidade, o comércio longe demais...
Ali na Jaiara estava o centro de tudo
e no centro de tudo o amor:
Laíde Epifânia me nomeara “Maninho”.
Naquele tempo, na nossa vila, não passava um rio.
Mas havia a fábrica de tecidos, onde Jorge –
Noivo de minha irmã – tecia a união e afeto
E me ensinava a andar de bicicleta.
Do Vietnã, só soube no ginásio.
./.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
and the whisper clapped.
the whisper clapped to
dawns arrival.
the whisper clapped
to dusks departure.
the whisper clapped
to the arrival of sound
waves laughing like angry
distances in mad consort,
as if schizophrenics heard
words spoken millions of
years ago on far off planets
long since devoured by
exploding supernovas,
the sound waves only
reaching us now in the
same way we see ancient
stars, long since having
devoured the speaking
races in the inevitable
movement of cosmic
breath.
and the whisper wondered;
what was the last word
spoken by
God?
you wouldn't know.
Every Testament was
heard and written by a
solitary schizophrenic
of long past, seen as
holy mystics speaking
the language of heaven.
Now these mystics are
madmen shooting ******
in rainy, grey alleyways.
God died long ago and his
last whisper was heard
within the confines of a
mental asylum just outside
of São Paulo, Brazil. We
weren't paying attention.
We missed the Last
Testament.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
You will discover that there is a problem.
However, the errors are bad. Your happy
prostitutes are the light of Israel.
30 km from the Kibbutz Magdido.
What is surprising is the Greek language.
Yes, I can say that it can not be done.
Girls, girls, girls? Pros and Oregon mean?
Youth 1 LC who makes prostitutes,
What are you doing, what is it? This network
service when this happened.
This is the third part of it. *****
and her daughter The girl, a girl? Great
revelation The Oregon program at the airport.
That was Bob King Pine's problem.
from Osaka T companies; Joshua is based
In the words of San Ignacio de Independiente.
States, prostitutes and other foreigners should not
In other productions, Timmy with that. Matt J. J.
Matt, San Diego, Roberto. Sao Paulo, Brazil.
India, the women of Paul Bahia in Canada, in this case,
What? Satisfied with your finger? children, prostitutes and
daughters This feature is huge.
30 videos and bad ones. Sir, nobody is allowed
To be clean, after three minutes. More. Where 1
1 hour; girl? Oregon School of Girls? Northeast?
The Persian words are the most common. TO; except
for John in New Zealand. San Diego, CA,
In God's place, Robert. Apostol Pablo
It reminds me of an India, Robert Blake.
United Kingdom, Ireland, Ireland
Pakistan now. This will make the girls;
little girls
Oregon is a great resource for you
That the Lord has sent a letter to another.
The assistant has been sent.
Legislation to maintain it. second
use [Central Park] Carl Explorer
Many rockets under water.
Application The service and Google.
It is not connected, citizens are at the beginning.
Now imagine that this is just a real rock.
bring the impressions started
To celebrate homosexuals or whatever we are. the plumber
Heart stones and hydraulic system. CEO
control; due to the recent increase
The war movie of the goats, let's write in glory!
1 try this? I am welcome for more information.
Use some features at the top of the mountain.
This is what Robert says. But now
The hipocampus was born.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Sympathyless disbelief when I complain again,
Delays are the balance for the glamour of flying.
Nine hours in Sao Paulo while the ATC strike,
Eight hours in Vienna while new wheel flies in,
Seven sins would be justified by this purgatory,
Six times six hours from CBB to DUB last week,
Five hours sweating in Port au Prince plastic chair,
Four hours for rain in Miami seems not so bad,
Three hours in Shannon for bomb threat search,
Two hours sitting in Seattle with mad dash in Kennedy.
One would be happier walking, swimming or driving.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC
" I met her two years back in a park,
I swear it was she, who approached me first!
Don't know if it was an excuse or coincidence,
We were sitting opposite,
She basking in the sun, reading for fun...
I too reading... but with a seriousness too deep to notice nature...
Then she suddenly approaches me and says,
Hey!! You are reading the same book as me,
I glanced up in surprise (or was it 'awe'?)...
and notice her holding up the same book,
Paulo Coelho's 11 minutes...
and I smiled but before I could say anything,
she squeaked, *"Guess even you like books with **** things"*,
and I finally finding my senses, exclaimed...
*"It's a Coelho Classic. **** things are better in real"*
We became friends and met now and then,
but to cut things short...
One year later,
It was few days shy of august,
We were holding hands,
walking around the plaza,
when she suddenly drags me into a dark corner,
looks me into the eye
and then breaks into a tight hug,
She leaves me surprised with an intense kiss,
my mind dizzy, and we let go of eachother
as the city lights become dim...
Two years later,
I thought nothing could go wrong,
I was married to her and was working in a top post,
but destiny had thought something else for me,
I didn't know how things ended up like this...
I was on my knees,
and there were hundreds people running opposite of me,
Red and blue lights discoed in front of my eyes,
Sirens and announcements filled up my mind,
Only men dressed in black and blue came towards me,
They had shields and protective gears,
they had formed a circle around me.
My girl was crying about 300 meters away,
held up by these dressed men,
crying for me I guess.
I noticed that I was all wired up in a mess,
a machine tied to me ticking,
and I only sweating...
Two men with a toolbox ran towards me,
they were observing my torso,
No, maybe that ticking machine...
And all I could do was look at my crying girl,
and wonder if she would...
if she would, for the last time,
Hold me tightly... "
- © OutcastDreamer
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Abandoned like an unloved pet
just outside the outskirts of Rio
underneath some of the white
washed slums
you told me to wait there
while you went for help,
But of course you never returned
discarding all responsibility
glistening in the moonlight
returning to your car
and driving off like a panic led sprinter
before I realised,
Flying through the night
across Copacabana beach
pressing your hands
on the wheels like Excalibur
rising from the ground
before freezing halfway,
Cut and pasting your fear
with each mile
unsure which way next
across the sea front
towards the edge of the
Sugarloaf Mountain,
Then hiding in the shadows
of the Art Museum
in Sao Paulo,
before then running
to the booths of
the Se Church in Sao Luis,
Among the Market sellers of
the Porto Allegra Public Market
in Rio Grande do Sol
trading monies for
blankets and hats,
in a vein attempt to disguise yourself
To smaller, less known places
Like all the way down
To Boa Vista
Where your car finally died,
And the Wreck of the Santa Maria
Where you was tempted to hide in
Or hide in the now
dis-used lighthouse
on Morro *****
and watch the sunrise go up and down
each morning
until you went stir crazy,
Full well knowing
I would caught up with you
sooner or later
no matter
which way you ran
Eventually.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Close some doors today, not because of pride, incapacity, or arrogance, but simply because they lead nowhere - Paulo Coelho
Nowhere hurts more than nothing.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
What I learned in life is,
That no matter how good a person is,
sometimes they can hurt you & because of this we must forgive.
It takes years to build trust and only seconds to destroy it ..
We don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change..
The circumstances and the environment influence on our lives,
but we are the one who responsible for ourselves..
That you have to control your acts or they will control you..
That patience requires much practice.. that there are people who love us,
but simply don’t know how to show it..
That sometimes the person you think will hurt you and make you fall..
Is instead one of the few who will help you to get up..
You should never tell a child that dreams are fake, it would be a tragedy if they knew..
It’s not always enough to be forgiven by someone,
in most cases you have to forgive yourself first..
That no matter in how many pieces your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop to fix it ..
May be God wants us to meet all the wrong people first before meeting the right one..
So when we finally meet the right one we are grateful for that gift ..
When the door of happiness closes, another door opens..
but often we look so long at the closed one.. we don’t see what was open for us ..
The best kind of a friend is the kind in which you can sit on a porch and walk…
Without saying a word & when you leave it feels it was the best conversation you ever had.
It’s true we don’t know what we have until we find it, but its also true,
we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives..
It only takes a minute to offend someone, an hour to like someone,
a day to love someone, but it takes a life time to forget someone.
Don’t look for appearances, they can be deceiving, don’t go for wealth even that can fade,
Find someone who makes you smile, because it only takes a smile to make a day better,
find what makes your heart smile..
There are moments in life when you miss someone so much..
that you wish you can take them out of your dream and hug them for real..
Dream what you want, go wherever you want to go.. because you have only one life..
and one change to do the things you want to do ..
The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything,
they just make the best of everything that comes their way.
The best future is based on the forgotten past..
You can’t go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
I once knew a guy. He worked 2nd shift at a factory. This ************ was always complaining about how much he hated his job. How can he not be grateful to have a job that pays $9.75 an hour?!
He would always say that he made $16.00 an hour when he was working construction, which he
Had been doing since he was 15 years old. Is he a ******* lunatic? If I were making $16.00 an hour, Id have a hell of a drinking problem, and a wife who I could look at while we **** **** this kid is a rotten liar. That was his story until about 3 or 4 weeks later. Now he was a boxer. "Yeah, almonds are really high in protein, and protein helps build muscle back up after its broken down."
I cant believe these ******* ignorant people are actually believing this kid. In less than a month he went from a supposed construction worker, to a boxer. ******* Bob the builder to Rocky… If he was making $16.00 an hour, why would he take this job? I asked him this one day, and he said, "My boss was just too much of an ******* What a line of **** Like I said. I would give my left ******* nut to be making that wage. If he's serious, then I am currently speaking to the dumbest ************ I have EVER met.
"I'm a boxer now, don’t **** with me"
Do you think you’re a badass because you're wearing a shirt that says Stone Gym, with a pair of boxing gloves around it? Let me explain something you little punk….If you were EVER to try some of your little **** games around me, I would take a ******* crowbar to your neck without a second thought. Think about it….What would win? A crowbar? Or some ******* tattooed knuckled hands? Think about it.
5 weeks later….
Next thing I know he is coming into work with books. Charles Dickens, Henry D. Thoreau, Paulo Coelho, Kahlil Gibran, Plato….
What the ****
So you're really working your way up the ladder. You go from construction, to boxing, to being a ******* scholar? Let me tell you something you little ******* these ignorant factory pigs might be buying all of your ******** but I'm not. Let me guess….You're going to be writing poetry in the next "phase" of your life….
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
I took this semester to study abroad
I couldn't be on that campus anymore
The one where your prestige follows you
Even after you've been found guilty
But even here
In a medical classroom in the heart of São Paulo
It finds me
Your legacy, your good character
Your side of the story
It creeps in the shadows behind me
Startling me
Sending cold, damp shivers down my back
And burning black anger and fear behind my eyes
I exit the lecture and walk to the bathroom
Flexing my freshly polished fingers
Until they reach the back of my throat
And *****
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
According to Paulo coelho without
solitude love will not stay long by your side,
because love needs to journey through
the heavens to reveal itself in other forms.
So baby when. I whisper solitude like an unforgiven question mark
Don't coil up in a ball of fury, with a mighty roar
But please understand. my love,needs rest.
My solitude is not the absence of your company
but the moment where my soul is free
Where my uncharted spirit is free to speak with it form
My love needs to journey
through many heavens to love you
Baby realize this
loving you is not easy
my wondering eyes pierce through
many uncharted heavens contemplating
whether there is another angel up above for me
My solitude sets my mind free
My solitude sets my heart free
My Solitude reminds me that my love is an act of faith
and not merely an exchange of wants.
Baby realize this. It's so lonely when you don't know yourself
My solitude reminds me of not being afraid of my own shadow
my solitude reminds me of why I am enough
My solitude howls at me like a shadow in the dark reminding me
not to be afraid of the void .
Of the unknown
my solitude reminds me of why I said yes
my solitude is my only warm embrace to why
I spent countless nights dreaming of you
So please remember this
embrace my solitude like a long lost love returning back to you
and take faith in this
even though I journey through countless Clouds into the heavens
I will always come back to you.
Free form from the atmosphere
Ready to love.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
For the first time in my life
I want to see her colored
Stand on tiptoe
Wait for my thousand tales of kings
Navigate the ocean
All year long just to see her swimming
Oh My life don't stop following the road
Keep walking the alleys
Maybe they can follow you ...
For a long time lived without time
For many seconds lived as a secondary
For many lists lived without being protagonist
I want to be on tiptoe
Get close to your hand
And I will give you my heart
I want to go through the steps
Live in space and abandon myself in my own hug
Knock on your door
I wait for another time
To tell you, look at the time
I want to run through the rain
I get wet in the bunches of grapes
Twirl on the posts
Create new clippings
Ah ...
I want to spend winter with you
Knowing I'm already in my shelter
I want to walk hand in hand
Knowing that my heart will only have wings
I want to get on the big wheel
Speak, I love you with a thousand speakers
Just not to lose you every moment ...
Ah ...
Young people know how they feel
As incredible as it sounds, they've seen a shooting star
The desperate write poems
Lovers write books
Drunks Write Flyers
Writers write about themselves
Ah ...
The lunatics write for you
Not knowing if in any universe will have you ...
Already me?
I can't dream without delighting in the words
I can't drink without remembering you
I can't see but I feel the feeling why
Oh gosh!
Maybe dive into the sea of illusions
Waiting for the sound of beautiful accordions
The one of "s"
Sofia's "S"
Sofia of Paulo
Paulo of Sofia
And there she went ...
Already me?
For now I suffered
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
In an intimate discussion
What are you up to these days?
Just wandering vagabond !
What purpose did that serves anyways?
In case is there any....
Yes,it serves me
More & more time to discover
The Me within !
That sounds great.
Miserably....
Why so!
You know what I found
People's are always ignorant off.
So why those're not You
..........."Paulo"..............-17.07.2015
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
It was the downtown coffee shop where they first met
A beautiful morning on the first of May.
She glanced up from the Paulo Coelho book she was reading,
Into hazel eyes that refused to look away.
Fast forward to a year later, outside the same place.
He got down on one knee.
"I will love you forever, Marry Me" he said.
She whispered "yes" for all the crowd to see.
Five years later she lays in bed,
On stained pillows that bore marks of the tears she has shed.
Heaving dry sobs as she remembers way back when,
He promised he wouldn't cheat on her again.
Two months later she feels a pain in her chest.
Doctor says it's terminal, she has a year at best.
He breaks down and begs forgiveness for the cheating
The deceit, the lies, and the girl who won't stop calling.
She withers away right in front of his eyes
And he's left with no answers and nothing but whys
Remembering the day at the cafe where they first met
She died 2 months later, leaving him with nothing but regret.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC