IN CONSTRUCTION ...SORRY THE MISSTAKES!!
I CAME FROM FAR AWAY
The sun shines through clouds and trees,
And draws the mist of the morning,
The dew is his witness;
At the afternoon, clouds weep in rain
Bathing the thirsty nature and
satisfies the thirst of the seed that awaits a future flower,
Flower exposed to wind from the nearest sea,
And the leaves that are many, but the autumn never forgets any of them;
At night, the sadness and loneliness do not ask for permission,
For the moon and the stars guide their sense of direction
From the distant past, from the early childhood...
Forgotten memories, deserved surprises!
(Autumn 1992)
TO SHOW UP
The act of the revelation hidden and locked...
It is like an explosion of soft words,
That surprises, that terminates, and regenerates
The eyes are frightened because the mouth and the voice are ahead,
The blue colour changes in undertones not stated yesterday,
Because the red of the blood was more crucial!
Communion is beautiful, but scares
Marriage is tough, but endures
Longing hurts, but erodes the fear of the uncertain past
The future ... let´s leave it for tomorrow!
(Autumn 1992)
TOMORROW
I'll see you, but I will not have you anymore
I will talk to you, but will not dream about you
Memories will come up, but I will not cry ...
Laughter is not as wide as before,
The tongue moves smoothly,
Because only words result from it ...
End of a long time,
Start of a hasty life,
I will never forget you!
It's impossible to forget a poetry
That comes out of your hair, your skin and your eyes ...
Anybody can remember a woman
Who sheds tears for fear of love...
It's easy to love you!
(Autumn 1992)
TONIGHT
I love you, I want you, I need to see you now!
Old words but they are easy to say to you!
Forgotten words, stored words
Sometimes merciless words
Words that may hurt ...
Here in this room, I desire that they echo through the air,
And a slight wind takes them in silence to you
And my love for you will exist in all the airs of the travel,
Air emerged from a soft voice in the blue sky,
That will lie around you tonight...
(Autumn 1992)
WITHOUT SKIN
The harmony in this whirlwind of feelings that await you,
The agony of a budding time, bloody, lonely but profuse,
A thousand possibilities of confusion, from the top of the mountain
To the creeping soil... moist and warm,
The vacuum of the escape from the storm, which intimidates the bravest,
The fear, the first consequence,
The pain, to walk this long road
Despair, because it never ends,
The power, it succumbs irresolutely,
At the bottom ... me ... naked...
(Autumn 1992)
THE HEART AND YOU
I do not think a lot now, but I have a lot to remember!
You come suddenly without knocking,
But who cares?
My heart has not doors for you!
You can enter anytime
But be tender, because in your presence it feels very sensitive and afraid,
Because you make it dream and takes it out from this world ...
Heart in a imaginative world,
That seeks the lost land,
But it is learning
That happiness is here beside me
(Autumn 1992)
ROUGH SEA
I write and harmonize myself,
I feel calm slowly,
A transitional relief,
In waiting for a new wave ...
That comes from an ancient sea,
Blue and green in an odd mixture,
That floods my eyes, the days and the afternoons!
In small waves I bath cautiously upon the shallow sand,
And feel the water across my skin,
In big waves I just observe its wrath,
But I would like to be just for a minute,
A small boat on this stormy sea,
Aimlessly for hours, but ...
In a beautiful place when the calmness comes!
(Autumn 1992)
DO NOT THINK BECAUSE...
I am writing without stopping,
I wanted that this pencil could describe all the details
Floating in my thoughts,
But I have not learned yet,
That with this way of thinking,
It is impossible for this pencil, pencil poor!
To describe the other voice ...
That does not pass along the mouth and lips,
That does not reach the thoughts,
Because the words are useless.
It is the heart that leaves the voiceless blood,
It is from there that we feel without thinking!
(Autumn 1992)
SEA THAT TREATS ME
I delight in your immensity,
Others say I'm lonely ...
Overseas, I came from there, from the solitude,
With my boat and my way
I walk and look at all the directions,
The foam on the sand fascinates me,
How I wish you were here!
But I can wait a little more, until when?
I urge calm in this immense blue,
That comes and goes in small waves,
The sunset between clouds and scattered reflections.
(Autumn 1992)
LONGING
I am waiting,
In the best possible quietude,
With thoughts and feelings running fast,
On the screen of past life, and in the depths of my soul;
A soul that manifests itself in a crescent way,
A soul that frightens by its presence,
But I fall in the wilderness with firmness,
That comes who knows from where,
I persist patiently with the faith,
The one to know something beyond…
I wish only courage of the nature,
Because if I reach that place,
I meet you without fear, insecurity, hate or sorrow...
................just in love supreme...in eternity.................
(Autumn 1992)
LAST NIGHT
The rustling of the foam over the sand,
The short roll of stones that are heaped together
By the waves that come and go,
The sun, the wind and the afternoon!
I am soothed by this music,
Filled with the sea air in my eyes,
Fishermen have fun in the distance,
Many boats float there,
I will always miss this feeling!
Goodbye my loved Portugal!
(Autumn 1992)
FAR AWAY
Behind everything, what I do not see,
The dreamer suffers because he never sees
But among those so decided, where is the unseen?
There is another law in our universal world,
That makes the poet enchanted, that turns it into colours through thousand prisms,
The power deceases as a fool;
How good it would be if I could listen to lullabies there... every second...
And to bring from there all clarity,
Just as the sun shines every morning,
With an immense clarity despite the fog,
More intense after the dark of the night,
At different times around all the places in the world...
Oh loved nature!
I would like to explain to mankind what you do,
So that you only need to rustle the tree leaves in the dance of the winds!
(Autumn 1992)