Where's My Love

III.

Just one more love song

Here and there

Long distance between

Home - that place 

that can't be wrong

A house - where 

nobody else has been

I'm not scared,

because I'm strong

I'm not alone, 

I'm getting along

And this might be

the last scene, tonight.

The pen will do just fine

and no swords to fight

Wondering why time flies

Spying all my spies

from this far from here.

But it is gonna be alright.

Just one more love song

Playing within books

full of blue skies 

where Shakespeare looks

to have wise brown eyes

Miserere

Such a beautiful girl with such a beautiful voice. And the genius Ennio Morricone. Here's the result of such a combination. Miserere. But I've discover this with Perfecto Fluoro's work, that came to me as a gift. Today, a lot of good things happened: I was face to face with the letters LOVE on the street. Robert Indiana's replica. Who would say?... Here in Kuwait, four months after Indiana passed away at the age of 89. But I'm smilling with all my little daily achievements. "Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be".

Into Dust

Already thinking in the morning routine. Too early to go to work, anyway. The devil out there standing close to all the prohibitions. Inspecting all the nonsense. But even though I'm having fun. If I look closer I'm having real fun. Into dust, into heat. As hot as this can get. I don't want to hurt myself. I don't know nothing about everybody else. The line of pollution in the horizon increasing every day. I never open the window in the car, but I look left. And later in the street, if this is a street, all the dust dancing around me, covering all the others faces, leaving me smiling to myself.  

The Rat

Sometimes I want to, sometimes I don't. Hence the reason why I take advantage of every moment of inspiration. Then, it seems like a tale full of poems, about the voluptuousness of anticipatory anxiety, foreign voices pretending to be. All the white horses and a lot of blue but a happy blue nor one ounce of sadness. Billions of shining fairies instead of dust. A way of relating myself to the world. This song sounds like The Strokes but it's another different band. All this, because not everything is what it seems. And this is the story of cats and rats and rats and cats driving in circles: just my story in another ordinary day full of dreams in tidy shelves.

War

Poem to Sing - 2

Al the echoes in my mind

Telling me the war as started

Today

I'm not afraid of the undefined

Meaning of life, anyway

Listen to me, eye to eye

This is what I have to say

Posso falar em português

Je peux parler em français

But I'm thinking about Mombai

Don't Give In

I.

If only I can see

The shape and poetry of the dust

The true colour of Persian Sea

And its indelible taste

If only I can feel

The joy of growing trust

The recklessness to embrace

And the will in itself

If only I can catch

The stars among its shelves

Then I choose to stay

Where all the green seems lost

And If only I can watch

The beauty of this play

Then I choose to say

Because so I must