to Leave

To see

and not to have

to have the taste on mouth

and never prove it again

to feel the sweetness

of the eyes of an angel

and come back to earth

to continue living

to put the feet on the ground

and walk away

to find a new path

and be happy again

to wait for another wind

another moon

anther tide

Piece of Heaven

She flew away

up to the high

and she found light

warmth, comfort

But nothing has changed

the wind blowed

as it allways does

the sun has gone down

like in every other day

and she came back

to the dept

to the waters

and there she cried

'cuz she brought inside

what she shouldn't have

she brought a piece of heaven

and kept it

inside her heart.

Angel

soft feathers

from his wings

a warm breath of happiness

and a blinding light

and i feel so safe

in his arms

like i have been here allways

like i already knew...

...heaven

Broken Wing

little bird on the ground
with a broken wing
it cannot fly
nor it tries to dream

let the time pass by
to heal the wounds
let the wind blows
let the leaves fall

but dont forget to hear
what the wind says
'cuz the love did not die
It sings you a song

but the sound is so weak
and weak is your soul, now
and the pain of your wounds
does not leave you to hear
the love song

So now rest,
little bird
let the wounds to be heal
wait the winter to pass

and who knows
when the summer comes by
you will be able to fly
and in the sky you will hear
other birds singing their songs

Cat

I have been allways

surrounded

by cats

I grew with them

I've seen them grow

I've watched them die

I've helped them born

but now they left me

and i feel

I long

I miss

their fur

their look

their sound around

but then there's you

withing my toughts

allways around

listening

conforting

and i feel

like before

again

River

I wanna come to you

not slowly

as a leaf in a river

but rapid like a flood

I want you to know me

in a desperate endeavour

to make you feel

what is inside me

burning and aching

jumping and screaming

I have a haste

a fear that

you may pass

like a leaf

in a river

Forbidden Love

She is just a siren

sweet

    tender

but in the dragon's arms

she melt like butter

heating with the fire

of his burning love

her scales, sliding his

his claws, scratching her back

two diferent bodies

fantasy souls

she sings a sweet melody

as he takes her to the sky

flying high, to where humans cannot reach

this is not an ordinary night

the sky is coloured with purple, orange and pink

there are fireworks on the air

fire and water

sparkles and bubbles

a dragon and a siren

making love

in the sky

Fairies

a fairy don't ask

she allows

a fairy don't walk

the fairy flyes

she only walks among the dreams of those who have faith

and believe in their dreams

in those who dream

and are happy

a fairy doesn't sleep, she makes the dreams

of young gentlemen

and ladies who loves

and the girls

that one day

will turn into fairies

like them

Espera

tá ouvindo?

sabe o que é isso?

é o som do tempo a passar

é o som do meu coração a bater

a querer...ansiar

e a cada minuto que passa

mas eu sinto

que a espera faz a fome aumentar

Istinct

The more i try to escape

more he pulls me inside

makes me see the most living colours

makes me remind what i have forgotten

I pray to God, not to last

I am afraid, to be inside him

and dont want to come out anymore

its the natural way, its instinct

and where is my reason now?

it got lost in the way

between our eyes.

Nature

You cannot force me,

only wait

hoping for a favorable smile.

You cannot cage me

package me or sell me.

Sometimes it I am soft,

like a woman's breast,

or wild, angry,

like a soldier doing battle;

so if you are like me

then you are fortunate

in your insight

because so many do not realize

that we all have the wind within us

Long

and she's been waiting in the deep sea
falling in
a deep and eternal sleep
falling and there's no way back
falling
crawling
sleeping
dreaming
longing
dying alone
in the depest sea

silence that no men can see

White Camelia

I am your white camelia
and i am opening my petals
slowly
day by day
I am turning into a beautifull flower
soft and bright

I am spreading my scent to the winds
and i know you can smell it from far
and you know that i exist

I am all yours
your white camelia

white
soft
sweet
kind

and i am opening
just because
you
touched me

Siren in the Garden

~Siren on the Garden~

Sweet Little Siren
Soft as a flower
Dancing on your garden
Lightening your paths

Dance with your lady
satisfy her wishes
let her make you float
let her get you high

when the dawn has come
when the day is gone
you will have the tase
of the sea
on your lips
till eternity.

The Fairy and the Cat

big cat, in sugar fairy's arms
he smells her perfume, feels her soft skin
she feels him breathing on her neck, and his warm fur around her
fairy dreams, fairy afternoons
a dance on the garden, a dream within a dream
soft moves on a fantasy land
the fairy and the cat
the fairy and the cat

Like Fairies Do

just for today
just for this night
im flying in the air
like the little fairies do
im saying all my spells to you

im trying to be myself
im trying to be heard
im trying to be felt
im trying to be complete

nor the world outside
the wind, the sea
and all the possibilities

nothing else could make me be

but i hear your sweet sweet voice
and it makes me tremble inside
cuz you make me see myself
as i never seen before
and you wont let me fall
and you wont let me down

thats why i keep in the air

flying
in the air
with you

butter heart

butter heart
pulsing quickly
as a hummingbird
dont fly away now
just taste the honey lips
of the lady by your side
forget it all
just for one moment
and remember it
forever

Mermie

Little Hands
Sweetest Smile
Untouched lips

Like a flower in the wild
Like a star up on the sky

She waits for eternity
and longs for destiny
Someday
Somehow

Waiting
Breathing
Dying
Alone
Under the
Deep
Sea

Sereia do Mar

Quando vêm as ondas
e o vento sopra
Qando o mar agita
e o barco aporta

Bem ali na pedra
vem uma sereia
e quando ela canta
todo mar pranteia

por saber perdido
todo marinheiro
que por ali passa
vem todo faceiro
jogar na sereia
o seu galanteio

e quando ela olha
seu olhar matreiro
sua voz atrai
o pobre marinheiro

vai enfeitiçado
para dentro das águas
esquecendo a vida
e todas as mágoas

só ouvindo o canto
da bela sereia

de corpo queimado
pelo sol caliente
leva o marinheiro
pra longe da gente

Quando a noite cai
e as estrelas brilham
quando a lua sai
vaga-lumes trilham

mas bem lá no fundo
do mar agitado
fica o marinheiro
bem desacordado
tesouro escondido
nunca mais achado

brinquedo de pedra
da sereia má
que de volta à praia
começa a cantar

esperando as ondas
e o vento soprar

The story of the mermaid and the lost sailor

Once upon a time, there was a mermaid who went to a cage beneath a gourgeous cascade, to comb her hair and sing her songs in a pink afternoon.
But when she was there, a storm began. She hid in the back of the cave and stood there until the storm went away. Suddenly, the wind blew stronger and faster, and an avalanche made a big stone cover the entrance of the cave, imprisoning her.
The little mermaid was left there, and nobody ever could find her again.
One day, a ship sank by the mermaid's cave, leaving only one man alive. This man, this lost sailor, was thrown by the waves to the bottom of the cascade, and there he stayed, waiting for some ship to rescue him. But no ship was seen there.
The lost sailor, tired of being there alone and feeling a deep sadness inside his heart, started to write a poem on the beach sand. As he finished the poem, wanting to hear a voice in that desert silence, decided to say it aloud, to take away the loneliness and call for good spirits and good winds
...and she listened to his voice outside the cave, saying his beautiful words, and she fell in love with that voice, and started to sing her songs again.
...at the moment he listened to her beautiful voice and he wished to stay there forever on that beach to hear her voice.
Both stayed there, together, in love,  but without seeing each other, separated by space.
...he wrote her beautiful poems and she listened them and sang back her gourgeous songs, and their love grew strong and bright.
...and the mermaid was enchanted, and each morning she woke up and imagined what her love looked like. And for each vision she had, she invented herself again, acquiring new shapes and colour, finally losing the memory of how whe really was in the beginning.
They couldnt live this way forever, separated by space, but joined at souls, 
so she made him promise her that they will meet at last, in the other world, when they will look after each other and finally look into each other's eyes and touch.
...what happened after? ...the story wasn't written yet.

The poet with the unfeeling hands
fell deep into dreamland's waters
flailing in the darkness
until he found a dream to grasp
to pull him from oblivion,
just as the final breaths of his troubled soul
bubbled from his drowning lips.
And when his eyes fluttered open,
saved once again from darkness,
He told the rescuers
"There was this angel ..."

from The Lost Sailor.

Reverie

Not with hands do I feel you
Nor with lips do I kiss —
No breath, no touch, no sweet embrace —
only my spirit fills this space.
Though I wander through the wonders
of this waking dream,
No magic ball , no scripters arts
guides the movement of my heart.
Yet I tremble from your passions
and reel in rare delights
and feel your gaze upon me
and bathe in its intensity.
Then I touch with my spirit
and caress you with my soul
I know it is you that I feel
and that this dream is real.

B - 2008

Today I wandered my garden path
dreaming of a rose,
lush, long-stemmed and supple,
and smiling brightly in the sunshine.
Not any rose but one exotic
who shakes her hair in the gentle breezes
of warm-armed lowlands
until the cold winds
from the northern oceans blow.
Only then does she lower her gaze
from the sun-kissed heavens
as blue skies turn to iron.
Long I sought this rare delight
in my mundane garden:
hope against hope
dream against dream.
Only pale petals and sharp thorns
greeted me at my doorstep.
Carefully I picked a bloom
and its sweet scent stifled my breath
as I smelled that other rose,
dreaming in the bottom lands,
thornless and boundless in her gifts.
Slowly I plucked the petals
watching them flutter to the ground.
I reach for another to build my bed
surrounded by her scent.

from The Lost Sailor. 22.07.2008

Born Again

In the garden of my heart
There’s a flower you never saw
There’s a certain substance
Within the tears I’ve cried
That changed me somehow
And I am strong now
And I can run
And I can run
And I can be (born again)

In the dream you never dreamt
I am the queen, I am the one
And in this dream you will be born
And see the things I never done

Wish

in this day, of pure madness,
when I needed you
you were here beside me
giving me strenght to carry on
giving me light to see my face.
a face that was hidden by fear
by sadness and tears.
a lust that I didn´t know
a feeling that I never had
before

Death

In the world I lived
I could not find the things
To make my heart complete

I could not find the way
To places I needed to be
To hearts I wanted to love

Some day I woke up
And could not find hope
And sleep was the only thing
I wanted to do

So I chose to turn around
So I dare to cross the bound
And now I know how love is strong
And forever is too long

After All

After all
After all that was said and done
And I’m still alone

I know what you’re thinking
My eyes aren’t blinking
And I know what will happen
I know what will come

Now that we’re linked
And I can read your mind
Like you can read mine
What have we done?

We’re not kids anymore
There are things we can’t ignore
Things have been changed
But I like the way they are now

I like the way the wheel go round
I like the way I hear your sound
I’ll ask the wind not to turn
I’ll ask the time not to pass
I’ll ask the sun not to rise
I’ll ask the night to last forever
Until the time we’ll stay together

One more time…

Dreaming

I am still half sleepy. I wake up to this world desiring to be in the other, to be able to touch you. To feel you. But I can't. Therefore the other side only exists in me and you, and I have to wake up, strain the body and start to live, in the wideness of a reality not desired, but necessary.

I only wanted to wish you good day . To give you a smile and leave for my day. And shall it be short, so that I can come back to dream… Good day, my love!

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life!

~Pablo Neruda~