segunda-feira, 11 de junho de 2018

My room is full of smoke
I can't breathe!
Is like I'm drowning you a
dense ocean of blood...
It's blocking my lungs,
ripping my veins...
You know how that feels?

When the rain comes 
in the middle of June
the only think coming up on my mind
is your dear tears
running on top of my body.
I have no other option 
but to wait!

Wait until my palid Geisha face,
becaumes bloshed 
to see you again...
Certainly tomorrow.

quarta-feira, 21 de março de 2018

Não estou a olhar
para o vazio.
Mas sim a escapar
da realidade do que será
viver sem ti.

sábado, 10 de março de 2018

You gave me no choice

but to lie.
now I hide between the lines
of your poetry.
Cause it's the only place 
that I'm not judged.
my peaceful, quiet time
were I can imagine all
your stories, 
and maybe
how I could be intertwine
in them too.

sexta-feira, 9 de março de 2018

Why do I write poetry? A constant question ... Poetry for me is my breathing machine, my inspiration and determination, 
my escape from everyday life but at the same time my obscure reality of what it is to be a person. I write when I am happy, sad, depressed and when I am completely bored and I assume my boredom.
I do not know if I write well, but I actually write for myself and only because I have to. When I don’t write,a part of me it’s in a constant limbo of inactivity and depression ...

Art saves me every day, because if I do not have it, I would die.
That's why I write because I have to survive on this planet that we call Earth.

Don't be afraid to think...

Quando o que escrevi se tornou real.

sábado, 3 de março de 2018

Being spotted,
maybe an alcoholic
turning some powder intro a promisse.
hot or cold. 
A dot on a skyline, 
a true sensation of what you make me feel like...

The branches are rubing my skin 
no fear.. just a scar
on my forhead 
that's what you are.

A picture of you riding on the sky
let's listen to this tempo.

domingo, 11 de fevereiro de 2018


Being a millennial
and you contemporary,
thinking we are a spoiled
and reckless soul.
Lost on our society…

But they are wrong!

We are not like them!
We are on a drugged part of this world
making our roles by the day
and holding each other to stay.

segunda-feira, 20 de novembro de 2017

Studing crimes all crazy lies You are making me cry like hell ate the hearth of Dante I'm fire but also air I won't regret You left me in the rain with only my Passion to be warm... The days are passing and my breath is slowly dieing I will die in this cold bathtub And you are in it to...
Don't be afraid to think

domingo, 5 de novembro de 2017

My Routine
Washing my face with your words
Cleaning your smile
wiping my depression
and dressing my mistakes.
That's what you see
The consequences of loving you...
Don't be afraid to think...

quarta-feira, 1 de novembro de 2017

I could let my life go

just for you.
Isn't that reason, enough?
You are almost perfect!
I mean 
You are perfect to me..
and for me

I can't think nothing else

other than you...
A simple light, shadow, a leaf
Every were, right here
and there, and..

Time is passing way to fast

And I'm not by your side
"Água mole em pedra dura bate tanto até que fura"
I won't give up on you.

Don't be afraid to think

terça-feira, 31 de outubro de 2017

He is new and acts like a fool 
He is funny
But I think he can be cruel
A good friend
a nice talker
I hope not a stalker
Love the time we spend
Sharing our day until morning light,
Makes my heart feel warm and thigth
It actually feels right?
Not to much a go
should I let go?
Only time will know.

Don't be afraid to think...

My room is full of smoke I can't breathe! Is like I'm drowning you a dense ocean of blood... It's blocking my lungs, ...