6th Book
"Values Crisies"
Date: 2009
Poems: 21
Copies: 10
Collection: indian summer
Publishing company: Private edition - "home-made"
GAVE HIS HIMSELF
Like a teenager suffering,
And the first one put me bereft
I feel my heart burning.
It's destructive, doesn't left!
Flooded me with darkness.
Everything was painted black.
It's real corrosion and heartless
I only see degradation behind my back
I don't wish it on anyone, trust me
This love once made of iron
But it turned to rustly.
What I built, gave of itself, I agree
A palace, better, a castle!
Stone by stone, upon me!
“MARAVILHA” COFFE
I stop at the coffee.
I stop at a coffee.
I drink a tall glass.
I worship whoever did it.
I take long bows.
I drink... and I feel...
I do wonders with the soul.
Me and a pencil
The rest comes with the continuation.
I like what I write.
I surround graphite with gusto.
Doesn't seem to want to stop...
That's it... stop and start again!
Stop, I say!
Do not stop!
It's the soul that rules!
It is the suffering that imposes!
I drowned in water,
Even better,
In puddles of sick rain.
I see parallel worlds...
I see and feel parties nearby… I ignore them.
I don't know exactly.
I kiss the glass with soul...
I burn some pics with intense tasting
I get lost and find myself… with the a pencil.
CHEESE
The cheese.
The "Tejo" river with the bridge over there,
Or the company of the son…
And the river here.
Sitting in front of the horizon.
I like cheese too much.
I eat cheese like someone who kisses.
I madly kiss the crumb that remains.
I kiss life by installments.
Small installments.
I kiss because I like it.
Kiss because I love.
I love it because the crumb exists
And existence survives with cheeses and feelings.
Yes, I feel!