Not waiting for the sun

The argument could not be based on more solid grounds
Flawlessly it seemed. Supported by an undefined reason
constructed out of the basic needs of desire.
Though the stillness of my words were hiding the turmoil raging inside,
I tried to leave a trail of vapour for your guidance. Nothing, can be lost.
Until the frost crystallises the flames of desire, a mockery to sentiments.
Fighting to express as perfect as you are in me, I followed the line of your body
Looking for what has had the power to awake the comprehension of comtemplation.
Thus ,I will never be sad in the moonlight!
Believe, sure we both did, though the discomfort of this notion made us senseless.
Are we that scared of life, than existence is not more that a past-time,
Covered by smiles, we let ourselves drift into that curve where the river of live
Forever disappears. Feelings will be just remembrance like the embers of a forgotten fire.
As sure as the knowledge of where my desire lays, I will promise never to be sad in a moonlight.

Libertar!

Tudo nesta existencia me parece interessante, desde o que e considerado por muitos banal, ao ecletico falhanco da especializacao do nosso solitario aprefeicoamento dos gostos em comum!

Life on a Mars bar

Is this still the same dream, or
Did I just open my eyes?
All the nuances of your touch;
Are you still in me? Squandering my skin,
I try to find your hand, this void I find.
How did you sleep, in the absence,
Of my naked body?
Or are you still in the pursuit
Of the keys, untouched, in the piano song.
Oh, yes! The song talks about loneliness.
A man by himself
Driving through the secondary roads,
On the landscapes of his memories.
Although you have attached yourself
Into the shores of reason, the waves are still strong.
Trying to find, life on a chocolate bar
Escaping, the momentary lashes of sorrow.
Resting remembrances are released,
When your eyes become heavy. And you dream!
Of me, of you! Hanging on the dials of the clock,
Regretting the wrongful decision, giving up
As much as I do.

Still flight

Initiating a process of self betrayal is never easy

I have considered all that I can assassinate in me

Now I am only waiting for the process to begin.

All the fears that were layed within are well established

In the non-actions that I avoid during my relations with reality

Am I only the previsualisation of words that castrate my will.

How can I conteplate the reflection in this still water?

While echoes of words that have diminished me still reverberate

May as it be, I will learn to be myself even if non the wiser, in their eyes.

Always have believed in the dreams, the ones that help me to stay sane

To be able to pray without kneeling to this god created by man,

solely to this force that erupts from my soul.

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Para alem do firmamento

Perder tempo esperando o momento adequado,
e destruir o processo de decisao a que temos direito.
A vida e consequencia da actividade das nossas vontades.
Como num ceu escuro, temos de ser as estrelas que rasgam
a imensidao do vazio e dao significado a curiosidade.

O vendedor de pecados

Eu sou a raiz da árvore,

onde frutos de pecado crescem.

Liberto o aroma que tenta os teus sentidos!

Vem e colhe. A euforia que em mim semeaste.

Quero que saboreies o néctar,

da tua tentação, nada mais quero que em ti perder-me.

Funde-se o desejo,

entre o teu corpo e a minha ânsia.

Nos teu lábios escorre o sumo de procissão pelo teu peito,

Sinuoso caminho da nascente do rio.

Onde eu anjo caído,

Conjuro encantos.

Desviar-te e controlar esse segredo

Que e a tua oferenda, para o desejo que em mim arde.

Dentro de ti vou ficar, nesse tua imaculada virtude,

Eu serei o teu vício.

Abro as portas do teu sacro templo,

Onde viverei as memorias das noites onde ainda não existi.

Consumo as tuas formas de castidade e peco nas tuas fontes

Onde a salvação, em criança foi baptizada.

Apago as velas do teu altar,

Sigo a lua essa nossa guia, na penumbra da tuas carícias.

Recordo o livro sagrado.

Enquanto no teu ventre pouso estes lábios,

Na certeza de cometer esse pecado para sempre original.