deceitful appearances

I am the surfer who loves nature and rides the waves like it was the last thing that he's doing.

I am the writer that loves everything and everyone and doesn't leave his gloomy room, always writing novels, short tales and poems, trying to achieve something that he himself doesn't know, and never does.

I am the young woman who is always out, having fun and taking pleasure out of life of every ray of sun and moonlight.

I am the architect of those beautiful and celebrated building that you see every day in the horizon.

I am the career-oriented person who achieves all the wealth I wanted and recognition  from my colleagues.

I am the beloved housewife that feels that she's the luckiest woman on Earth for having her beautiful and united family.

I am the street artist who is happy with his freedom and roams around the world painting society on their city walls.

I am all these Men and many more, but I don't appear to be.

And our lives are nothing but our deceitful appearances.

The Philosopher

How I want to be remembered? As a poet and a thinker!

But... I can foresee that there are some things that might make it harder to happen. 

Even if in ten years from now, women have bigger roles in modern societies, I have my doubts concerning the way they will still be viewed by the general people.

Well, you see, the problem is that I am a woman who has spent her entire life observing and thinking, this in a world where it is assumed that women don't think and that instead they talk too much. 

Hmm, I've always believed that communication is the key for everything, to achieve harmony, as Heidegger's and others' philosophies meant it too... well, it didn't take him far I see, and as for the world... I might even risk to say it reached an "over flooded" situation, without even having anything to do with the glaciers defrosting.

How did we get to this point, in which people don't look at each others' faces no more, nor do they know the importance of a simple embrace?

It's all so sad, probably even more just because I am a poet and a thinker. Most of times I think I am unfit; my tormented mind reminds me of a different era, of Poe and Pessoa, where it could make a difference or at least to myself. But then again, in the end of the 19th century and early 20th, women hadn't much power of voice either. Even so, it seems to me, it should be much better than this apathy and indifference. 

à propos du "Eat, Pray, Love"

Many people try to find themselves.
Throughout their lives they struggle
from time to time
to make something meaningful
with the time they have.

I can't tell for sure if there are more women
or men, living this subtle torment,
but I see that everyone without exception
has forgotten to look in each others' eyes.

For everyone is so sure that within is the answer
and everyone is too busy
to risk on making the correct question,
this is such that the result is only one:
we don't ever find who we really are.

You lick my wounds

one   at   a   time

some are fluffy scars
and others are dried up crusts
that scratch your tongue.


There are other wounds
that you can't see
even though
they're the ones that bleed wide open.

Friend

I lost a friend
and many others before
I lost a friend
and there was joy no more.

What is a friend anyway?
Someone we miss when gone
or who likes you either way
even if you got a greener lawn?

I don't know, never could say,
but I hope one day I'll find
someone who can clear my mind.

True Love

In Love there is no shadow of doubt
no conflicts or desdain
for it is the most pure form of understanding
when true love equals sincere commitment.

This noble feeling that fulfills
is the liquid most solid in one's veins
being pumped by the heart
it is unconditional as the sky.

The bluest of the seas and heavens
sprinkled with the dusty white
of the foam and the clouds
can't attain Love's whole beauty.

Always in true Love we trust,
because when everything else fails
and the most solid buildings collapse
this wholesome feeling still remains.

It is body and soul and spirit,
all things visible and invisible,
yet the path to acknowledge it is harsh
I'm hoping everyone gets to make it.

Man, the easy rider.

I'm no easy rider,
I've come a long way
to reach nowhere
stuck in a short sway.

My body is the empty shell
that is cracked beneath
everyone's earthy feet
and dissolved in the sea.

We're all criminals of nature
evolved to display the evil
that was nurtured by crazies
many ages ago.

The sands of memory
are nothing but dust
and their remembrance
is always a must.

Nowadays we roam the land
and hope to see it greener
somehow we give a hand
in making it more ill
and all without seeing her.

Infected

We are all infected with the human virus.
It starts by making us love unconditionally
until it makes us fall in disappointment.
Then we experience the bitterness and learn that,
we too, can harm others on purpose.
And it happens cyclically,
throughout the Ages,
as long as humanity persists:
they come, they fight, they destroy.

Forever and ever together

In the weary muscles of your arm,
there my head lays
where it can reach me no harm
that's what my heart says.

I would trade everything for you,
so you wouldn't ever have to die
I would give my life for yours
between us there is no lie.

My heavy heart is in anguish
with so much fear of losing you
before we can get together forever.

I hope we don't feel it vanish
while our love is still true
I can't say goodbye to you ever.

Tattoo

I want to stay in your body
as a tattoo to remind you
of who we are
and give you strength
to carry on
with who you want to be.

And to perpetuate myself
as your slave
that you try to drag and push and pull
but I remain in your maze.

Playing on your back
as a swirling ballerina
that kind of gets you high,
or a dolphin or a boat,
an anchor in your marina,
or maybe I'll just be the cross,
heavy to bare on your feet,
that carves your meat,
deep inside, as your boss.


In the end, I'll be the scars,
that scribble your body
and remain behind bars,
while you go out with some hottie
and I weigh in your arms and back and forth
but you don't feel them.