segunda-feira, 27 de novembro de 2017
Steps
untill my heart was gone
there was no trail
not a trace
of myself left
now
there is nothing I long to show you
for I am no longer here
nothing I ask
no promises made
all is broken
so many days
and never
tomorrow
I loved you
to dust
and broken pieces
of a worn out soul
untill the truth set me free
you and I would always fade
and we keep walking
away
segunda-feira, 20 de novembro de 2017
Light
I've searched
Through the fields of emptyness
And the sorrows of yesterday
What longed to be found
The light that does not fade
When my eyes
Gazed upon
What you had become
I knew
That nothing ever stays the same
For everything keeps changing
While I wait for you
I know
I have always been waiting
For the day
My eyes would look
Into their own soul
For I have found you
And everything else
Knows
Courage
where is
the window to the soul
ancient light
amongst the maps
of long lost secrets
and acient hidden treasures
what is
the language of memory
betrayed by fear
bewitched by love
between the depth of what remains
and the death of what must die
we are cold
corageous liers
setting fire
to all beautiful things
for we do not only see
but consume all
sacred things
untill nothing is left
in essence
in beauty
in us
segunda-feira, 6 de novembro de 2017
Queen of nowhere
The things I've truthly loved
And lost along the way
No
I never got them back
And still
They find their way back
In the most perfect silent
And complete abscense
Maybe they are not
Completely gone
Otherwise I could be
Crossing some holy line
It's all gone
Everything's been missing
Ever since the beggining
And there is this attempt
Holding on
To whatever stands still
The answer is no
I have never gotten back
What I lost in this land
Of all the things I love
quarta-feira, 1 de novembro de 2017
Chamado
Os murmúrios do fim da tarde
Continuam
Assim como as manhãs
E tudo mais
Lembrando você
Os meus lembretes erráticos
Duvidam de si
Como quem enlouquece
Eu não sei o que dizer
Se é loucura
Ou recusa
O que se aceitou
Uma ideia mais viva
Um último sonho
O assovio da chuva
O frio da viagem
Um retrato que não envelhece
Uma prece religiosa
Juro não me entregar
Mas prometo a rendição
Enquanto esse espaço ocupado
Viver de volta
E eu tiver de existir