terça-feira, 9 de abril de 2013

Like

I like the corner of your neck.
I like my touch on your back.
I like my head on your chest.

I don't want to leave.

I like my eyes upon yours.
I like your fingers in my hair.
I like the sound of your breath.

I don't want to leave.

Come


Come.
Come.
Come with me,
To the edge of the sea.

Lie me down
On the new born grains,
Of white honest sand.

Let me drown
In the smell of your neck,
In the sheets of your bed,
With the touch of your skin

I want to get lost
On the darkness of deeper waters,
On that smile that makes me drunk,
On that taste that relaxes my soul

The wind is blowing away the lies.
I am learning to be myself,
With another.

The waves are dancing around,
Our bodies swinging with the music

Come.
Come.
Come with me,
To the edge of the sea.

4:30am


Wet rainy noise fills my stuffy unlit flat.
My throat hearts,
I cannot sleep,
But that bad loneliness I used to feel is not around.

It sounds complete.
I want to stay,
On my own.

Home is warm and outside is cold,
Uncertain,
Dark,
Windy.

Your smell in my pillow comforts me.
I don't know if it will last,
But your spontaneity attracts me more every day.

That city light is starting to shine trough my window.
Wide opened eyes,
I'm too excited to sleep.

Excited for living every second,
Breathing every particle of this early morning air.

It's Sensible


It's sensible
Hearable
Smellable

I can feel when I see them
See it from a distance
That energy
The compassion
The openness
The will to live
The love for stage
The crave to act

Today I met a director on the tube...
He walked in with his warm smile,
We exchanged a couple of words
Till we realised we had pretty much everything in common.

I chose to leave on the second most complicated station option
I wanted to talk to him for hours
Our creative words met in the middle of that loud jubilee line

He had 2 blue balloons,
Gave me one.
He had falafels,
Offered me some.
He had the stile.

It's sensible
Hearable
Smellable

I wanted to talk to him for hours
But I had to end it with that hand shake

Nice to meet you,
Goodbye.

Beauty


Sometimes life presents me with such beauty that makes me forget all my past complains.

A child playing with his grandfather caught my eyes and heart today. Very white moustache, wise eyes hidden behind the round thick glasses, slow walk... But so much happiness to relate to that kid...
The little boy ran around with his big head, thin body, and infinite energy.
The contrasting characteristics were completing each other on that sunny afternoon.

The sea breeze of a hot night,
The singing of crickets,
Hot sun against my skin,
A complementary fruit from a small restaurant in another island.

Nature just has too much to offer and sometimes I don't even know if I'm worthy to take so much beauty.

Born Perfect


We loose ourselves with the years

Born perfect
Honest
Energetic
Excited
Explorers

Grow to stupid
Analytic
Scared
Addicted
Lazy
Fake

Lets be children forever.

He Mumbles

He mumbles
Moving his loose lips as if it wasn't intentional
As if it was coming out from his furious stomach

His eyes portray rage
Eyebrows curved and tense in the centre of his face

He is holding something
An old paper cup maybe 

His eyes don't fix on anything
They just swim on the surface 

He's still mumbling
Closed body language
Oversized rain coat
Old jeans
Curved shoulders

It's been 1 hour and he is still standing there
In front of the massive old building
The beauty of the architecture clashes with the pain in his eyes 

He is still mumbling
His body sways from one side to the other occasionally

People walk by
They don't want to see it
They ignore
Same way they ignore the grandness of the building lost on the grey clouds

My curiosity grows bigger every second
I want to know this creature
I want to follow him daily
See what he likes
What he hates
Where he goes

But my fear stops me from talking to him
Stops me from looking into his eyes
I am embarrassed of my easy happy life
This clean thick window protects me from that unknown anger
Not in a good way