Between two worlds: Hate and love

Within the ruins that surround me, I walk like a child dazed and lost. Like the withering parched grass, I fade with the passing of time, hope kicking in the dust. My eyes are weary as they search the empty room of my heart where you once lived. The wind blows shut the door to my heart, leaving a hollow echo. I remain imprisoned in the form of flesh and bone while a feeble light of life still glows within me. I walk the face of the earth while the ache inside me is much too heavy to carry and … Continue reading Between two worlds: Hate and love

Night bird…

I am reminded of my own fragility like an un-agreeable mark of ink on a page, resisting its own depth and darkness. The solution does not reside in force but in minimal pressure, in reposition, in response. Worldly textures condition me for the gravel within myself. I am learning now not to revoke the creaking of my mind’s hinges but to set the clamor they conduct to music. Sheepish grey days are my preference for a reason. I am learning now that before my experiences expand into a hurdling, rupturing flight I must first readjust my thoughts to possess them. … Continue reading Night bird…

To return…

I was already there, but my love for you has compelled me to return – To help you see the way, the signs that leads out of the misty grey – Oh how I wish to come home with you, but If you’re not ready yet, if you’re still learning, then I will go on ahead, for I can no longer suffer with you – and with tears of love and longing, I bid you farewell – but I will leave a trail for you to follow… just in case… I love you…❤ Continue reading To return…

Possibilidades…

Eu não quero tuas certezas. A certeza é a morte: ela fica parada, imóvel, sem nunca evoluir. Depois de um tempo, fede a ranço. Contamina o oxigênio do ar, oprime, sufoca. Eu prefiro minhas dúvidas, elas cheiram a esperança. Elas têm sonhos, desejos, vontades. Um desejo que é tensão, é momento, é movimento, é vida.   Não me perturbe com suas certezas: estou trabalhando em minhas possibilidades … ❤ Continue reading Possibilidades…

Pazzo poesia…

Mi piace contenerti, tenerti, trattenerti, tra le mie gambe, tra le mie braccia, tra i miei respiri, tra le mie paure, tra i miei sogni, tra le mie aspirazioni, contenerti nel mio corpo che si plasma a tua forma per avvolgerti, per proteggerti, tenerti tra le mie braccia che ramificano altre braccia ed altre mani perché tu non debba mai pensare che ti lascerei cadere, andare, morire, trattenerti sulla mia pelle, sui miei pensieri, sui miei respiri, nelle mie lacrime e nelle m…ie risa, trattenerti in ogni mio pensiero dolce o salato, perverso od osceno, casto e castigato, santificato ed … Continue reading Pazzo poesia…