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quarta-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2020

Lujon

 

Quando uma manhã me disseste quem eu era
Porque sonhava com dias de sol e rio e riso,
Porque somente a vida cheia, e cada dia que passa, são isso.
Compreendi as razões de sermos feitos de matérias diferentes
que não se misturam, e que na verdade se distanciam 
no tempo certo.

E eu, refleti com a lua em círculo naqueles dias,
No equilíbrio dos meus sentidos, com o auge de tudo em tudo
Na impaciência de esperar sem ver a noite ser noite
olhando dentro do escuro a magia de um céu despido de cores
no qual só eu reparo.

Então, seguro a caneta na mão, sabendo quem eu sou
Sentido o silêncio azul das águas de verão e a alcova do mar
antecipando-se, como se antevê uma paixão a chegar
ocupando todo o espaço da desordem num outro lugar
e, deixando-me levar, não paro. 

quinta-feira, 14 de março de 2019

Bilingual

Me, I am wondering around. 
The notes on the house walls

We talked about that sound
That I take to do it all
Maybe you do too
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Era uma flor 
Como todas as flores
Em bicos dos pés na terra
Só que aquela 
não era igual
A mais nenhuma










M.
Kowait, 29 Agosto 2018

quinta-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2019

Long Time

IV

I wanted to make a poem and so I did
You, with your eyes, were the poem
that was being written on me.

I don't know by what arm, by what hand
or by what hug you came to me
But you were as one's say...
Immense.

You, within my thinking
you were a song-poem,
geometric that could be heard.

I don't know which game we were playing
but I think that in the middle of a play
of balls and bottles
We end up on the ground.

And, soon after
You, with all your care
You would make butterflies
being pulled out of my belly.

Suddenly, you were  everything
in my gaze. And I leafed through
the stories you came to tell.
The poems you always were.


PT

Queria fazer um poema e fiz
Tu, com os teus olhos, eras o poema
que se escrevia em mim.

Não sei por que braço porque mão
porque abraço me vieste
Mas eras como quem diz...
Imenso.

Tu, dentro do meu pensamento,
Eras um poema-canção,
Geométrico que se conseguia ouvir.

Não sei que jogo jogavas
Acho que numa brincadeira
de bolas e garrafas
Fomos parar ao chão.

E logo a seguir
Tu, com todo o cuidado
Fazias borboletas
Na cartola do meu ventre.

Tu, de repente, eras tudo
no meu olhar. E eu folheava
As histórias que vinhas contar.
Os poemas que eras sempre.

segunda-feira, 10 de setembro de 2018

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


sexta-feira, 31 de agosto de 2018

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


quinta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2018

Looking Too Closely

II.

Day by day, the sunset always at that hour
and when I'm coming close
he already went to some other place
If I had wings to fly, it would be just the same
If I had a plane or a big balloon to guide
It would be just the same case

All this through the hours passing by
By hearing you passing time as we go
But I can't feel the wind in my face
cause there's no wind and my face is full of mirth

And behind my smile I keep thinking to myself
No sign of it's existence, like some other's line
Like one's passage on earth 
A glance for you during my ride

My days here just wondering
About the desert, about some other day
A second yet to come, or maybe nothing
My days here listening, carefully
With my eyes glowing so brightly
Hanging on the words that you never say

If I Be Wrong

Poem to Sing - 1

If I have that music in the air
When the sun comes down

If I change my mind
When the train slows down

If you're also listening
Baby, just hold on

But if I am wrong
And the plane turns right

Let's keep safe and strong
It might be alright


Brain Sweeties


It was a flower.
Like all the flowers
On its toes on the ground
Only that that flower 
was like none other
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