“Porque há o direito ao grito. Então eu grito”

segunda-feira, 30 de novembro de 2020

To me

You were many things

None but a dream


To think I could yearn

To think I would get 

To keep

Anything


To me you were many colors 

And I

In my many shades 

Of yesterday

Was never colorful


When the end begun

We had to sit through

The last of our many 

Many goodbyes


I can only hope 

For forgiveness

For Ive only known

One way to leave


To think we could 

Live forever

Somehow

Gave my bare soul

Strength to go


It might have been

A crushing departure

But there was no place 

Left to go

Between your arms

And my ways


To us

Maybe there ll always be

Some sort of beauty

Calling 

Do not despair


Somethings can only

 remain

quarta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2020

Ritual

O brilho do fogo

Acorda os tambores

Hoje

Arde o que veio antes

Até não restar nada


Ontem 

Eu era o estrondo

O escuro

Em comunhão 

Cortando o céu 

Ruía o ouvido

Despido o espírito 


Os meus demônios

Expurgos

Dançam do outro lado

Do mato

Fértil

Da mente


Todo esse céu 

É raio

E me parte inteira


É noite de adeus