terça-feira, 20 de julho de 2010

Wordless Poet

I wish I could stay free from that impregnating scent of ancient, true love!
Here I am, before a taste of bliss, with those pores staring at me from her neck.
That hand, moving around her perfume. That hand, conducting the orchestra in my chest.
Those eyes.. Those eyes...

Can't leave it alone, this decade of revolutions in my soul, in that everything I gave.
In that everything that I have now, all mine, all mine! All ready now, to be part, not alone, not given, not lost...

... Poet without words...

quarta-feira, 7 de julho de 2010

Our Fathers



There is no paradise, no hell, no river or god...
There are memories, feelings, moments that define who we are.

We have our fears and uncertainties, our moments of doubt.
We have our dreams, our history.

Our Fathers.

There is peace and something divine behind our dreams!
Behind our journey in search of a future.

So I am Atheist and alone.
So I am the great lord of flying plastic in the windy, dusty sunset.

So I am, revolutions, a turning point, never so much it, never again.

I am the illusion of magic and lies. I am this thing, a thing that can fly.