Wednesday, July 23, 2014

When I had faith

When I had faith I contemplated the stars with dreamy eyes.
waited weeks for a letter that would save my life or kill me instantly. 
I believed in love songs and wedding gowns. 
went to the theater and watched movies as messages sent from the Gods. 

When I had faith I believed pregnancies bore no pain. 
I believed in doctors and medicine. I believed babies never died and mothers were always alive. 
I believed in Justice, not men's justice, but God's. 
The first, I truly never believed. 

I believed good poetry could come out of sunshine, flowers and blue skies. 
I believed you always knew why and when you lied. 
I believed in moonlight. 
I believed in rhyme, when I had faith. 

Now, most of it is ever gone. 
Most of it is lost in time. 
But the rhyme, the stars, the love songs, the Sun, the sky. 
Well, perhaps, just perhaps, I still might. 

Monday, July 21, 2014

Little message from the presumptuous soul

Because by looking  at you I made you more beautiful.
You did not know who you were before you saw me. 
The light you shine now emanates from the love I once felt for you, 
a star long dead gleam traveling through the universe. 
You might walk around without me, 
But I'm there. 

In the proud stroll, in the intense stare, 
In the careless movement of head and hands, 
In the shaping of a smile, 
In the sound of  laughter and in passionate cries, 
I'm there. 
You might forget, so I'm telling you! 
Beware! 
I am there! 





Friday, July 18, 2014

Mãos dadas

Mãos dadas
Luz de fim de tarde
Ressaca de clube
de jogos
de risos

Corpos preguiçosos
queimados de sol
cheirando a banho tomado
Caminham
nas ruas
sem rumo

A música
Fácil
A música
Demais
Adolescer
Indolecer

O desejo
O beijo
A língua
O arrepio
Corpos
Jovens corpos

O calor
A casquinha
O sorvete
O prazer
A juventude
O crescer

E as mãos?
Unidas
As mãos
Que são
Mãos
Dadas



Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The wound

Thoughts hurt
Writing cuts the skin deep
Let it bleed 
Run through the paper
Drip its drops of dos and don'ts

A scar stays
Too new
Too recent
Too soon 

A sharp movement will burst the wound 
Fill the world 
With words of sorrow
Flood the world
With cries of pain



Monday, July 14, 2014

Eyes

Once
Eyes embraced
When feeble were words
Eyes were deep
A turbulent ocean 
Sucked me deep 
Eyes that caressed
Eyes that undressed

...

Shy eyes
Furtive looks
Yet, deep intimacy
Stay on 
Shy eyes
Stay on

...

Eyes
Wide open
Capturing movement
Seeing silence and sound
Measuring
immeasurable danger
in the blink of an eye