13 February 2018

A minha vida

A minha vida tem poesia
Tem flores de todas as cores
Tem perfumes
Tem sabores
A minha vida tem nódoas de vinho
Nas toalhas de mesa e nos lençóis
A minha vida tem amores
Amigos do peito
Gelo para as negras dores
A minha vida tem festa
Tem perucas, personagens
E muitas gargalhadas a dançar
Muitos mergulhos
Tanto mar
A minha vida tem sal
E açúcar e pimenta
E azeite virgem
Tequilla do México
Vodka polaca
E rum da Venezuela
A minha vida tem panquecas
E sol a entrar pela janela
A minha vida tem viagens
Muitos paraísos, alguns infernos
A minha vida tem calor
E o frio da saudade
Tem carinho
Tem verdade
A minha vida não é minha
Mas eu faço parte dela.


6 February 2018

I breathe you

I breathe you
Drifting
Between my demons
Struggling with yours
I breathe you
I feel through you
I know you more
Than you'll even sense
You inhale
I catch my breath
I breathe you
As life passes by
You grow (in) me
I breathe you
As the world goes mad
I nest unrested
Your heart is my cocoon
Outside noisy doom
I breathe you
Learn yang
Give yin
It's all we've got left
I breathe you
If you stop
I'm dead.



2 February 2018

Ecdise

Suffocate
In painful white noise.
Puuuuuuusssshhh!
Burning skin.
Too much light.
Too much everything.
- Keep pushing!
Blurred sight
And the tremendous effort
Of moving nothing.
Push more!
Remains of body parts
That are no more
- Maybe they never were.
What a mess...
The world hurts
The life inside.
Struggle.
One last push!
Hope.


10 January 2018

Open

When holy creeps get free
All we need is the air that we breathe.



3 January 2018

I miss you
But you are already there.
You were always essential
But I suddenly need to recall.
I feel you inside me
But I know you're too far.
You bring me calm and peace
But I think I'm in trouble again.
I am lost without you
But that's not even true!
And it's none of the above
Or maybe just the opposite.
I'd say I'm in love...
Oh give me a break, please!

22 November 2017

Urgência

Ver-te naquele poço
Frio, amarelo e lúgubre
Foi como cair
No silêncio aterrador
Dum precipício sem fim.
As faces macilentas
Os olhos semicerrados
Os gemidos continuados
De todos aqueles desgraçados
Ali deitados
Ao teu redor
Cercando-te
Engolindo-te
Chamando-te
Quase me gelaram...
Mas só a carícia
Que é o teu sorriso
Vale as horas de tédio
O desconforto ciático
O cheiro nauseabundo
A espera solitária
E todos, todos os horrores
Deste universo e dos outros!
Porque tu, meu amor,
És a minha urgência.




14 September 2017

The comedian

He makes me laugh.
He makes me cry.
He doesn't exist
And neither do I.