#29 ~ Bubble-Down

One night that blind,
a breeze that freeze,
in a place unfamiliar to me,
you were there,
and I was holding you,
never leaving you fall.
The sky was dark,
no stars on it,
I barely see the moon;
suddenly bubbles come through,
and with a blink of light
they twinkle everything,
making all bubble,
behind and beside us.
With the light your eyes shine,
my heart-beat stopped,
and my lips touch yours;
the Sundown,
the Bubble-Down.

#28 ~ Weak Fire

There was a long time that
blood does not drip by my skin,
there was a long time that
my mouth does not smell as smoke,
there was long time that
a scar is not made in flesh.
The rain softly touches the earth,
making strange draws in the ground;
the fire burns the wood,
that contracts itself each minute,
by consume another, fire starts to get weak,
getting smaller quickly,
then suddently, it fades out.
And this time, sometimes comes
for human beings,
time to stop something,
for a different future goes on.

#27 ~ Smell

The smell that remain in the bed,
the legs that always cross between mine,
the lips that answer my lips.
A night where all the time could stop,
that we do not realize;
feet contract themselves,
hands do not even stop,
the head rests on the lap;
lips touch,
breaths get together,
the bodies transform in one,
in one only love,
in two bodies.

#26 ~ startled of rest

Almost dreaming, surrended by shadows;
His eyes doesn't want to close,
his body sleeps but his soul still
lives,awakened.
It is in the night that he thinks,
about past, about himself,about the others,
or nothing;
Thoughts fill his mind,
a cold breeze makes him shiver.
Then, he closes his eyes,
darkness, and nothing but gloom;
Only sounds are listened,
making him wakeful and nervous.
Facing his fear, he sleeps,
and dream;
Out of a world of concerns,
he enter in his only private orb,
and there he stays.
Maybe, tomorrow will be different.

#25 ~ Vacations 03

Ele entra no mar,
a língua se aperta e
os dentes a cortam suavemente;
a onda vem, ele se prepara - Atinge,
e ele resiste;
o sal toca na língua - irrita.
Mais uma onda, maior - Atinge,
ele cai,boiando longe;
a boca sente a areia,
a língua se corta e o
sangue vem.
Ele levanta, enxuga os olhos,
e volta a enfrentar
o mar.

#24 ~ Vacations 02

Quando o Sol se vai
a escuridão vem,
trazendo frio e silêncio;
o mar não se pode mais ser visto,
e a areia se faz traiçoeira escondendo
o que há de mais escondido nela.
A Lua não se mostra,
encoberta pelas nuvens negras;
Dos meus olhos apenas estrelas são vistas,
se sobrepondo luminosas nas sombras que cegam.
Certa luz se faz ver na noite,
clareando pessoas, iluminando-as e
cegando as mesmas do que ocorre ao redor delas.

#23 ~ Vacations 01

Os pés sentem a suave areia,
formas se transformam na água
enquanto a espuma chega à beira-mar.
O nítido azul é cada vez mais místico quando
o Sol se vai, colorindo radiante o céu de
vermelho.
Nuvens se perdem no gigantesco céu,
ganhando formas e beleza,
cores e sombras.
Antigas marcas na areia são
apagadas a cada vai-e-vem das ondas,
deixando de lado o passado e formando um
futuro a partir de novas marcas.

#22 ~ The hole

Down deep into shadows,
nothing remains but loneliness,
shadows dances in the walls of
the hole.
Downward he goes,
and he recognizes a long time
a metal sharp spotted with a dark
red blood.
He continues going down,
an hurricane of old ashes come through him,
he tries to scape but, he gets suffocate with it,
he suddently faints.
When he wake up he notices that
he can't go further down;
He blames himself and decides to
try to find a way out.
He try to climb up through the untidy wall,
but he falls down;
he tries to break the wall, but it doesn't works;
he tries to shout for help,
but no one come for help him.
Tired of failed attempts
he ditches mud and ground to
find another way in the other side
of the muddy soil.
After hours of grubbing he finally
trespass his hand by the ground,
felling a breeze on its,
in ecstasy he burrows it quickly;
But the hole gets bigger,
and he falls down all at once.
He falls into darkness,
and there's no voice or lament that
will take him off from these place.
Consumed by nothingless but panic
he starts screaming and running,
but once he notice that it's useless.
After several time he settle something that
a long time ago he doesn't do,
he prays.
And so, he decides to keep waiting into dark.

#21 ~ Still

My skin have supported a lot of feelings,
it's my body that is branded.
My hands hold something that
I burn through,
hold it tight, no pain I suffer;
it's not pain, it's something else...
Fingernails scratches the consumed skin,
eyes do not see a thing,
the foot contract themselves,
i lose control and the result are
scars that i'll take them on.
There're not sadness,
there're not painful,
unlike it's gorgeous,
it's makes me reborned.
I do not care for others minds,
only for my pleasure;
Turning white in red,
pain in pleasure,
agony in ravishment.
My scars tells tales,
that i wrote myself,
stories about red and white,
tales that still are written,
still are made.