Everything I Write, Goes In Vain!

You are only face and hair
A beautiful face
And dark hair
And everything I write
I write for you
Light words and shadow words
F-words and S-words
But you are only face and hair
A dark face and beautiful hair
And everything I write
I write for you
And everything I write
Goes in vain
Tumbling words and crumbling words
Melting words and evaporating words
F-words and S-words
But you are only face and hair
A dark face and dark hair
A beautiful face and beautiful hair
And everything I write
I write for you
And everything I write
Goes in vain!

parece que meu hiato criativo passou...

Addicted

Addictive - your effect,
Like a true narcotic.
Demand arises periodically-
Through nerves
Through blood
To every hair-pores.

It's three,
Then three;
It's seven,
Then seven.

Pumping heart
Thumping finger(forbidden!)
Some days pumps faster
Thumps harder;
Some days pumps slower
Thumps softer.

to write a letter.

A letter arrived God knows when,
And laid by the bed side table forgotten,
Today on a cleaning spree
I opened it,
The envelope had my name on it
And my address,
But to my surprise, no sender’s name,
In it was two papers,
One blank
Nothing written, not even a dot,
The other one carried a small note:
“Write with blood,
Wrench your heart,
Squeeze your soul,
Delve in pain and then create a poem
Full of thought”


And now I sit idle,
Knowing not what,
Is there an answer to such a letter at all?
Addressed to where and to whom?

Vertical Poem Of A Pessimist

When you are not here
The sky plots against me,
"You don't come for any work,
but to see me"
But I never get to see anything
Except a few patches of my own blood.

Earth is flat, not round,
I never reach the same place
However much straighter I walk,
And it has the horizontal base,
And we are the vertical people
walking on it.

Vertical men, vertical women
Trees and buildings, all vertical
And the earth is flat
Like a round-table-top,
Sky envelopes it like a hemispherical bowl
Holding it firmly on its circular edge;
It doesn't let anything fall off the edge,
So I walk fearlessly
On the flat earth
And write poems on it.

Vertical poems on horizontal pages
Vertical words, vertical phrases,
Similes and metaphors, all vertical
And the earth is flat
Like a round-table-top
And the sky is like a hemispherical bowl
And I don't mind its plotting against me
And I walk on the flat earth
Quite fearlessly.

To know know know him

To know know know him
Is to love love love him
Just to see that smile
Makes my life worthwhile
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, and I do, and I do

Oh, I'll be good to him
I'll bring joy to him
Everyone says there'll come a day
When I'll walk alongside of him
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, I really do, and I do

Why can't he see
How blind can he be
Someday he'll see
That he was meant for me

To know know know him
Is to love love love him
Just to see that smile
Makes my life worthwhile
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, I really do, and I do

Love is a losing game

For you I was a flame

Love is a losing game

Five story fire as you came

Love is a losing game

One I wish I never played

Oh what a mess we made

And now the final frame

Love is a losing game

Played out by the band

Love is a losing hand

More than I could stand

Love is a losing hand

Self professed... profound

Till the chips were down

...know you're a gambling man

Love is a losing hand

Though I'm rather blind

Love is a fate resigned

Memories mar my mind

Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds

And laughed at by the gods

And now the final frame

Love is a losing game

ay caray!

A saudade é uma sombra negra de um passado cor-de-rosa.

Tive uma choça, se ardeu-se.
Tinha um só dente, caiu.
Tive uma arara, morreu.
Um papagaio, fugiu.
Dois tostões tinha de meu:

Tentou-me o diabo, joguei-os.
E fiquei sem ter mais meios
De sustentar os meus brios.
Tinha uns chinelos... Vendi-os.
Tinha uns amores... Deixei-os.

“If the sun refused to shine, I'd still be loving you. If mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.”

Card of teh day

chubby geisha

jajá eu fico assim...

Today's fortune:

Today you will see a fortune cookie that you have never seen before.

a green one?

You could be happy and I won't know 
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go 

And all the things that I wish I had not said 
Are played in loops til it's madness in my head 

Is it too late to remind you how we were?
Not our last days of silent screaming blur 

Most of what I remember makes me sure 
I should've stopped you from walking out the door 

You could be happy, I hope you are 
You made me happier than I'd been by far 

Somehow everything I own smells of you 
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Do the things that you always wanted to 
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do 

More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world...

gribada

morrendo