Sombra e luz

É com tristeza que a distância planta a semente da saudade que a memória colhe, como os espinho que adornam rosas, tu inspiras prosas, poemas sem tema numa luz brilhante que cega, a partilhar o tempo que brilha como ouro, o embrulho sagrado do nosso tesouro.
És tu a semente que germina em suspiro de saudade da tarde que deixamos em  Fátima, viagens pelo tempo que a memória para, no flash da objectiva do nosso coração.

Entre nós e tudo o resto fica o que permanece, sempre lucidos na embriagez, nunca fomos linhas paralelas no universos que contemos, onde estrelas sorriem, onde nunca sabemos o amanhã, onde não esqueci o passado que nos deste e que guardamos para quando voltares.

Cumplicidade abençoada, estas palavras são abraços que atravessam oceanos, é irrelevante onde estamos.

O que temos será sempre pouco mas sempre só nosso, como o esplendor do sonho que tenho onde sei que és feliz, como sempre foste, como és.

A mão escreve o que o coração sente, a fortuna na ponta da pena que ilumina o teu destino, magnólias que dão sombra ao infinito, pétala que se consome no movimento do cosmos, na viagem pelos anos de luz que deixamos para trás em direção aos que temos á nossa frente.

Esperamos por ti, espera por nós.

Diamonds and porcelain

Taxi in, taxi out, the word of mouth is law in the throat of hell.

In the guest in the house of the setting sun,
With words from the king who draws the laws we all follow,
Ridding the elephant into the deserts of thought we run from,
Stonning the ego with remorse, no sense of complain,
Forever emotional about beauty, translate love into pain
When the bag is empty, nothing to be declared in vain,
To think outside a box that doesn't exist
There is no desert, the sea is empty and there's no rain.

Diamonds on my tongue, perceptions are high, the dust builds the stars we all follow,
Let it in to let it all out, son of the morning, bastards of the night,
Hyms of mermaids are diamonds in the sky,
emotional as beauty, into the ocean of pleasure we dive.

Conversations that difine infinity, the spirit is tainted and this privation of sleep makes us go deep, into warm porcelain.
Drinking with thirst with demons that make us feel like gods, i'm clay; all calm and counsciousness of fear, fast foward to glowing wisdom, we all perish into nothing.

AC\ID, it's me!

Poetry my luggage, I'm heading to burning churches in the northern sky, the worlds flow, with thoughts as wings and feathers with paint that draw the clouds in the night sky.
Experiences with light as me and my friends ride bicycles on the moon, looking for a permanent sunset, the journey of life always ends too soon.

Dust the dirt below the horizon, swallow the nose near galaxies too far, see the alignment of the stars testify the dead of night, the birth of wilderness of life, where the eyes hide from the sun, behind the invisible shield of plastic faith in things that now are known to exist.

Illusion broken as it cuts deep, feel the humming of pain grinding my teeth, evil birth at the word of mouth. I'm the element carved from water and under stress collapse into steam, the exclamation pointing out to the meaning, What a dream!

Timeless speed in polaroid themes, ancient default prodigal fiends, details neglected from within.
But at least i learn it here, where the chord lies the beat, to swallow frogs alive, running the power lights that chases us through the dark we sweat.

It's not a dream, but the perfect translation of all you don't understand within yourself.

It's ending as it begun, only the sound of silk that bruises flesh, and words grind against paper blank, always more of the same, forever dream.

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