Alado

Voa.
Turbilhão de vento.
O rastro de um avião
Senda de nobre pensamento solto,
Iluminado,
A rodopiar.
Falcão imponente
Sobre as sensuais curvas da terra crua.
Silêncio elegante
De uma gaivota a pairar,
Mergulhada na brisa salgada.
Salpicos refrescantes.
Longe,
Nuvens que aconchegam o coração.
Tão perto...
Onde quer que esteja,
Meu amor. :)

Holy Days

Holding hands
Off we sailed
Through the honey sea
Under a salty moon.
Sneaking between sunny sulfur
And laughing flowers,
We danced with green clowns.
We made blue love
In pink courtyards
And built simple completeness
With thieves and butterflies.
Holding hands
We came back
Filled with sweet nonesense
And magic raindrops,
Praising those holy days
When our infinite journey began...

Surprise

And then, suddenly, it hits you.
You realize you are smiling all day long... Nothing can really affect you. Daydreaming. No matter what you are going through - hard work, family quarrels, boose with friends - you carry on dreaming. Of that smell, of that smile, of that voice... And you wonder while falling asleep... And carry on dreaming. And things still hurt you and responsibilities still concern you and your life hasn't really changed. Because you have a good one. It took long and a lot of effort to stand in your own feet and realize you can do it on your own. And there you are, standing,walking. You have a direction, you have a purpose. But someone just hold your hand... And you feel like not knowing what to do. Oh, but you do know! And that is wonderful. Cry. Not because you are happy or sad. Just because you are gratefull. Because you know, better than ever, where to go: ahead, holding hands together.
Even if that is not the right way... :)

The World is Weird at Heart and Wild on Top

They can't tell if I'm unhappy if I have an apartment by the beach. There is the nice view and the fancy neighbors and all those luxurious condominium privileges I can just afford by credit, but they don't know that. They don't know that I come home and stare at the TV and watch what I'm going to buy next and try hard not to think about how humiliated I felt today at work and how much I wanted to insult my boss and cry like a baby on my way out as I'd say "enough!". They don't know that. And I'm so fucking used to dress my expensive clothes and drive my stylish car and watch my super high-tech plasma so that not even I know that. And whenever it comes back to me again, I can always just pull out my golden credit card and buy some cool gadget to entertain myself and distract anyone who might nurture some sort of intimate feelings about me. 

Let's just learn Chinese on my iPhone and forget that we can't really love each other because we're so completely and selfishly focused in ourselves. Forget the iPhone! I tell you what? Let's do a massage, go to this SPA resort and take good care of our super-sexy bodies. You should take better care of those hips, dear... I think you're getting fatter. Not that it matters, honey, no way. What are you doing?! I told you I don't want those photos on Facebook! Why did you tag me? That trip was so great... Why do you keep reminding me of it? Besides, I don't want people digging in my life. Let's go do somethig wild! Let's go sail! No, I tell you what, let's make a baby! Or even buy one... I'm kidding, I'm kidding, don't worry. Have you seen my new blouse? It's a D&G original! Man, I'm gonna look awesome tonight! Can I borrow your purple heels? Every guy will want me today! Maybe he'll look at me... Oh but he didn't! Why?! What's wrong with him? He's probably just a jerk anyway. And he probably just wants to get laid with that bitch. Tomorrow he won't even know her name... Oh but they're dating? Well, you know what, I'm glad I never actually fell in love with him. Can you imagine? That guy, he'd just make me suffer anyway. He's such a bastard with women. To tell you the truth, I always found him a bit gay... Hey! Hi, do you want to come over and have a beer with me? We could watch a movie or something. Dinner? Ok, cool. Not that I have much money but I can always pull out my golden credit card! No credit? Are you crazy?! What do you mean I'm high?... No way! I'm completely sober! Have you seen her lately? How's the kid? You know, she doesn't let me see him... Guess what? I bought a new bike! It's absolutely gorgeous! My baby...

Shape. How it looks like. How others see it. The fragile surface of social codes, high school codes, professional codes, dress codes, consumption codes... Everything is fine as long as you stick to some sort of pattern. Void.

The door was slightly open. I came inside her beautifully decorated apartment. It smelled like alcohol and cigarettes... The curtains dancing with the fresh salty breeze coming in. The music was too loud. Outside the waves lapping. It was dawn and she was hanging from the balcony. The makeup running down her wet face. She wore an amazing D&G blouse. Amazingly dead. As always...

The Ultimate Distortion of Love

And they throw up on you.
The vomit coming out of their ugly mouths...
And you eat it.
And they spit on you.
And you're thankful for what you got.
Are you really?
And they make you believe.
Well, do you? Really?
And you smell like rotten meat.
And you taste yourself everyday.
And you throw up and spit.
(Like them) Over yourself again.
And you take your pills
And clean your mess.
And you do nothing more.
Because you are alone.
Are you? Really?
Because you're weak.
Are you? Really?
You don't feel alive.
You are dead.
Are you? ...

Wave

Struggling. Everyday. You push, pull, run, hide, chase, reach... You struggle. Just as any beast. Hunter and a prey. And you love, hate, nurture, repulse... Fake emotions cover your instincts. You're dangerous. A dangerous animal under disguise. Even more dangerous because you believe your own masks. And you have plenty. Some you don't even know about. Some others know more about than yourself. But you struggle. And fight and fear and face and craven. You move, you stop. You live. You don't.

But it keeps going. Whether because of your (in)actions or because of someone else's or because of nothing or maybe something that you just can simply not even suspect what, it keeps going. And you struggle. And you adjust. No, you don't. And you learn. No, you don't. And you grow. No, you don't. And you understand. No, you don't. And you know. No, you don't. But you will. No, you won't. But it keeps going.

And you carry on. Why? You wonder. You don't care. You just keep going with it. And you face an avalanche of novelty every day. And you are born every second. And die every other. Or the same. Time goes through you. You go through it. Nothing changes. Everything does. Where's the answer to the riddle? What answer? What riddle? Why should you care? Why shouldn't you? 

Just keep going with it. And you do. Like a dive into the surf of a big wave. And you are dragged to tumble by this huge mass of water and foam and sand covering all your dizzy body with deceive. Just when you think it is going to stop, just when you think you are going to stand up again and breath, it just keeps entangling you. And it never stops.

But then you hold your breathe. You lose your body. You close your eyes and mouth, preventing from sand and salty water. You get used to the noise and cold. You embrace your dazzling and breathtaking routine. You don't expect it to stop anymore. You actually start enjoying it... Till the day you drown. 

And then you wake up under the warm sunshine by the beach. You stand, stretch your body, catch your breathe. Smile. Laugh out loud! You even forget how you got there... You dive again.