sábado, 31 de maio de 2008

The unbearable lightness of the being

There are some mornings when
The world seems to be falling apart
The senses disappear and the air is still
The only way to feel free
From the dull atmosphere
Is running without looking back
Without feeling sad
Without going back.

Some moments demand these words
Some others, a more Latin way
Some are so heavy
That I can almost touch them
But for some, I need a shoulder
To support me, help me
Hold all these pieces of a broken day,

of everything but me.

Because I’m standing still
Strong and down-to-earth
For as long as it takes
For the beloved ones
For I need to make my part.

And the only way is stepping the ground.

domingo, 25 de maio de 2008

Dai-me agora um som alto e sublimado

Em um duelo em que as armas são rimas
E a munição é feita das dores
Trocamos golpes em forma de liras
E escrevemos uns versos sem pudores


Os traçados sinuosos da vida
Que nossa, que só sua, que só minha,
Procura uma lua morna, colorida,
Para os segredos que o peito mantinha.

E nas idas e voltas, marinheiros,
À deriva, sem norte, forasteiros,
Vislumbramos a margem, sorrateiros,
Juntamo-nos, tentando ser inteiros.

Mas, num momento, perde-se o compasso
Respiremos e dêmos o espaço
Para organizarmos nossos pedaços.

Poeta escreve porque é obrigado.
Para ti, este poema suado.

quarta-feira, 14 de maio de 2008

Bloody questions!

What if I want to feel it?
So what?
What if I want to see it?
So what?
What if I want to mean it?
What if I want to speak it?
What if I want to dream it?
What if I want to stick it?

What if I want to find it?
So what?
What if I want to hide it?
So what?
What if I want to try it?
What if I want to hire it?
What if I want to mind it?
What if I want to start it?

What if I want to hold it?
So what?
What if I want to mold it?
So what?
What if I wanted it sold?
What if I want it to grow?
What if I want to go on?
What if I want it for so long?

What if I want to steal you?
So what?
What if I want to heal you?
So what?
What if I want to steer you?
And if I don't want to fear you?
What if I want to feel you?
What if I want to see you?

What if this is a cycle and I don't want to break it?