Break

The only sunshine you get nowadays, it's the reflection of the real deal on others, therefore, it's artificial not natural. By the time it reaches you, it's already cold...not even warm, ice cold. It shines but it doesn't confort you, as the old saying goes: not everything that shines is gold.
You have so much rage in you, you could make a fire with it and it would burn for days.
You're trapped in your own skin. Your skin is beautiful from a far, if you look up close, it's dry and hurt.
And to think that all you ever wanted was a break, not big, not small...just a break.

Yours/Mine

Resting my head on my pillow, feeling you breathing on my neck, hugging me from behind. Skin on skin, no clothes in between... whispering sexy words in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe, squeezing me against you. Oh, what a feeling! Carry me in your arms to a Land where we have wild, sunshiny dreams... As the Moon shines on us, I open my eyes to make sure you're still here, you are... This time, with your back turned to me, how I love that skin of yours. I can imagine myself resting next to it forever.
I kiss you on your neck and your back,you sigh, you wake up, you hold me...I lay on your chest, listen to your hearbeat, while mine slowly stops and I die happy.

Power shift.

One day, you wake up and realize that they also have the power to hurt you.
-How is it possible?-you ask. - I thought I was the only one who had that power. With this realisation , many more will come. Like the time you told them the sky was blue, just to make them happy...they told you the World was round to make you happy. To you, the sky is white,and to them, the World is cubic.
All those times you looked them in the eye, and told them you loved them when you weren't sure? They knew, and did exactly the same.
Remember that time you hugged them and said it would be alright, when you knew it would only get worse? They pretended to believe you, and hugged you right back. And yesterday, when you passed them on the street ,closed your eyes and became invisible until they passed you? Well, they looked at you with your eyes closed, frozen like a statue, but they didn't see you.
The next day, you wake up and feel like a fool.

Skin / Pele

White skin, milky skin
where I lose myself, where I find myself
Soft skin, tattooed skin
the skin that I bite, totally untouched
It tastes like the beach,it tastes like soil
It feels like I´ve sailed it before
It feels like I´ve explored it before
Red eyes, honey eyes
orange eyes...how can I look at you and not touch you?

Pele branca, pele de leite
em que me perco e me encontro
pele macia, pele tatuada
a pele que mordo, totalmente intocada.
Sabor a praia, sabor a terra
É como se já aqui tivesse navegado
é como se já te tivesse explorado
Olhos vermelhos, olhos cor de mel,
olhos laranja...como te ver, sem te tocar?

Paradox / Paradoxo

All of a sudden it´s like everything makes sense. Like what happened before becomes what happened after, and the after became a distant Past...a Past that I don´t know because it still didn´t happen.


E de repente, é como se tudo fizesse sentido. Como se o antes fosse o depois,e o depois se tornasse num passado distante...um passado que não conheço porque ainda não aconteceu.

To My Love...

Your eyes are deeper than the Ocean, I don´t know how to swim.
I would love to drown in them, and fight with your tears with promises of never letting them fall down your face.
Your eyes shine like stars, I want them to light my way on the darkest nights and show me the way to go.
Your smile is so honest .
Your heart is so pure , I wish I could take care of it for all eternity.
My eyes can only look at you, they will only cry for you. My smile is because of you, my heart is yours.

Not there.

I heard a whisper last night, so I followed it. It took me to a very familiar place, but the faces there, were from a more recent time and it didn´t make sense for them to be there. I went to my favorite water fountain and drank some cold water, and that´s when the truth start unveiling in front of my eyes...is that the whisper again? I see her, she´s there but she isn´t...everybody passes her by and they don´t seem to see her since she disapeared last time. I see her because she wants to be seen by me, but why me? How could I help her? Rumor had it, that last time everybody saw her, she was fading away , but I always saw her very clear. She took me through her last steps...I heard her sing ,as loud as her lungs alowed her too, and someone didn´t like it so they took her away, she screamed and sang at the same time as if she was enjoying to piss this people off. One person became three, three became eight, eight became fifteen, and they all surronded her while she made sure her voice was heard...this rebelious act made them very angry and they beat her up until there wasn´t anything left...not even a hair. I ran to them to make them stop, but my movements were in slow motion and they couldn´t hear me or see me because I wasn´t really there. I cried, and when I showed emotion one of them saw me, I recognized him and he recognized me... he looked at me with his sharp evil eyes and told me I was too late. I knew I wasn´t late, it´s never too late to tell the truth.