#30 ~ Say it is not true.

Say to me,
that everything that you said was
a nightmare,
of the deep of my mind.
Say to me,
that you did not lie to me,
spreading dreams and whishes of mine
and of others.
Say to me,
that i did not waste my life by passing a long time
with you.
My head on the stone,
thoughts hurt me,
though they do not lie.
Looking back on the moments,
all the things that we passed,
the moments that we lived,
they pass as the wind,
the way it all would end.
Say it isn't so

#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.