segunda-feira, 30 de agosto de 2010


Por isso as trabalho.
Conheço seu poder.
Melhor assim.

Já bem colocadas
Carregam a imensidão
Da possibilidade do erro,
Do alvo contrário.

Por isso as trabalho.
Melhor assim.

quarta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2010

Ainda de Lá

Insano sonhador
no limite da maldita razão.
Sempre a desejar
que o desenhado no antigo
alheio conto
passe a ser do lado de cá.

segunda-feira, 23 de agosto de 2010


So many things kicking in
Not bothering to ask their way.
Impolitely making it into me.

It shouldn't be that difficult, though.
Feeling doens't make us move an inch.
All muscles stand still whilst we burn,
Melt and break down into pieces inside.

The option is always there.
Should I get back to being static again?
Being stronger seems much easier than
Being week and surrendering to these
Human weaknesses.

Hope it is not that plain to mention
That this one knows how old
This struggle is.

As said long ago:
"What has been will be again,
There is nothing new under the sun"
"All things are wearisome,
More than one can say"

sábado, 21 de agosto de 2010


Numa dor deveras conhecida
Reside a desgostosa novidade
De experenciá-la a cada impulso
Que sua indomável natureza
Insiste tomar.

Torna miserável um,
Mãos atadas e ineficientes.
Perante o poder maligno
Insanamente dado ao mais
Miserável dos sentimentos:
a saudade.

segunda-feira, 9 de agosto de 2010


Looking for the other selfs out there
We're all trying to fit the us
Into their them.

The despair of remaining unique
(When it is said to be a wonderful thing)
Or of never finding a so called
Soul mate.

All in search of Affinity,
Love, Intimacy, Sexuality
Spirituality, Compatibility and


Wishing to be desired.
Exhausted from being adored.
Happy for being satisfied.
Thirsty for the more to come.

Faithful as never learnt.
Given as only once.
True as always wanted.
Done with what's done.

Still hoping that everything lasts
As long as possible it may be.

sexta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2010

Same old

The moments when your name is emptiness.

This is when the frisson of former anxieties
Turns out revealing to be nothing more than
its already known ephemeral façade.
Then questions arouse again:
Why this all?
We're all heading to the same spot.

Same old Same old.

quarta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2010

Mich Nicht

Conheço ou desconheço
nesse passo carregado
desse sonho acrescentado
pelo príncipio ultrapassado
do sossego desapegado
na imensidão de um retirado
de um louco recém-criado.