O sol brilha mas a chuva cai,
Tilinta no meu vidro da janela...
Enquanto a preguiça se vai...
Enquanto me perco na tua tela.

Outubro do Outono...
Ainda ontem era verão,
Já se passou nem sei como...
Que nem refrão da nossa canção.

Se o frio se começa a notar,
Dentro deste recipiente...
Será do amor acabar?
Ou de me perder noutra gente...?

Talvez seja apenas o Inverno,
Vou apanhar lenha e arder...
Mas será este frio interno?
Ou será o meu amor a perecer?

Com a preguiça sacudida,
E roupas bem quentes...
Curo no peito esta ferida,
E caminho contra os ventos...

Não sei para onde me dirijo,
Mas algo me diz que não devo parar.
Pelo caminho apanho o lixo,
Pode ser que me consiga alegrar.

Não sei se a consigo culmatar,
Mas alivia este peso que carrego.
Ações gratuitas que podem ajudar,
Amparar quem precisa, por aí me navego.

Falling down the steps,
The smell of coffee hits my face...
While the noisy cab driver takes his spot,
In the caos of orderly things in life.
My elbow takes the first blow,
As the folder that was in my hand,
Spreads away with the air movement of traffic...
The impact on the ground is big,
People around me almost look at me...
As the traffic light turns green for pedestrians
And their attention is diverted elsewhere...
The spec of dust we all are in the eyes of strangers,
Puts perspective into a long lost feeling...
And introspection starts again...

Get that dress off,
The door slams against the wall...
The bed shakes and the sounds are longer,
The hair stands up and the house follows our rhythm
Our burning skins are melting the place,
And the air is getting denser...
Nothing exists other than us,
No tomorrow is here!
No yesterday allowed...
Just now and let now last...
As you grab me and I grab you,
You jump on me and jump on you,
Our lips get stuck on our teeth with bites...
How I burn....
How you burn...
Hands like wildfire,
They shiver and burn...
Your hair like a firework in your stare,
And the music is made by our bed and the wall,
The floor and the fire in the fireplace...

I hope you find me in the crowd,
After all the feelings have taken you by surprise.
Unbroken I will steadfast my heart and my place,
Waiting for your path to take you to me,
For I have seen you before in dreams and visions,
In magical places where our souls know each other.
You are the powder of fairies...
Light in a body.
Each step towards me is a step closer to happiness,
Where the longing will be met with so much love...
Where time will stand still and wait...
Another step and you are here,
Holding my hand... until eternity...
Another step and you smile,
And my heart almost bursts out of my chest,
And you pass by...
I could follow your scent to hell,
I probably will...
Still looking at you my feet stumble on themselves,
As I turn around to you,
As you turn back smiling,
I curse my shoelaces and dust is in my place...
How could love be so sure of itself and unafraid?
Who planted this bravery in me?
Before half an hour I have your number...
And our smiles are as sincere as kids.
The future is in the making,
Love and truth are eternal in our hearts...
Let's write a faerie tale....

I can swear to the gods,
There is no softer skin,
Nor as desired lips...
No treasure in the seas,
Or gold in the ground,
That is worth her touch.
Even water comes to an alt,
Before touching her feet,
As if asking permission,
The power she emanates,
Made weak man faint and horses restless.
I don't recall a single day of rain,
Whenever I was with her...
But when she cried...
It rained thunderstorms and lightning,
Water would rise and animals would take shelter.
She is a goddess to my universe,
The only mother to my children,
Chosen by fate and time,
I wait that she is mine,
Cursing every second away,
But believing it has to be so.
Her kiss is like on a strong daylight,
Two drops of the purest cold water hit your lips,
Quenching your thirst,
Making you want more...
Her embrace is peace and love in one,
Noise is no more and the silence holds you as well.
Your heartbeat slows down and you breathe together,
Two is one and one is all.
The tangling of our hands becomes complex,
And even time has a hard time breaking them apart.
The hair smells of that magical stream in the woods,
Where the birds all meet around the amazing flowers.
The closest thing to paradise I know is her...
And I long for her...

Desejo a inocência da juventude,

Procuro em sonhos distantes essa essência...

Pois o pouco que me resta é isso tudo.

Antes que me perca na sua ausência.

Como um drogado busca a sua primeira moca,

As recordações tentam reviver...

Oprimidas pelo presente, não volta...

E que vale esta fraqueza ou o tremer?

Digo eu hoje já com a voz rouca...

Onde foi a inocência e a virtude?

Tão presente na nossa juventude...

Foi dobrada e torcida para termos...

Outras coisas que precisámos para viver,

Mas tudo depende de como vemos...

Quando não queremos esquecer.

Glimpse of... Life!

Strangely sometimes everything looks brighter although someone or something has turned off the light.

And... happiness happens... for a small tiny second you accept the darkness, and it frightens no more, but instead, before the flood of thoughts, nothing worries you...

Subjects such as politics or economics are more and more like going to the dentist before pulling a tooth. I sometimes ask myself how people who are so clever can get caught up in this made up society that we live in. The expectations of themselves are forever tiring, willing to work themselves to death for insignificant items or luxuries, not embracing the light we are given and the air as a gift but taking it as if it's theirs and a given right... it is... if you enjoy and acknowledge it, if you are grateful and really living YOUR life instead of the life this shitty democracy expects you to play the part you're supposed to.

And then life happens, shit gets sent across the living room and glasses are broken and long forgotten memories revived of times when corruption was not as knitted in power places and idealism was not only an honor but a virtue. Where socialists, communists and democrats would speak their minds without considering a job for the son in law of the cousin or trading favors for a higher rank on a private company whenever needed. Where values existed by free thought, where there were concessions made because all people knew that like Bruce Lee once said you should choose what's best for you using all techniques. Therefore, according to the variables, culture, place, people... many different solutions could be found for many different people.

So, as you slowly talk your way into a dialogue with someone older important to you about these things where so many raging opinions come to mind about injustices and errors that other people pay the price for, remember, they too have their eyes open, they just chose to look away all these years... this is something they have accepted... this is my glimpse of life...


But I'm no fucking sheep! Fuck all those expectations and notions of wealth... without love, without growing a tree and harvesting it, without digging for clams in the riverside or catching fish in a pond... who are you? Fricking little ants who pretend to work and talk their way into nothing but indulgence and refined tastes that 95% of the population can't afford...?

Yeah... that's the glimpse of life I'd rather not have...
If I ever have anything... I'll sell it all and the IRS can come look for me... somewhere...

So,
It looks as if...
I haven't left your bed.
Your embrace lingers,
Although you're not here...
And the smell...
Like a homemade cooked meal,
Drives me towards you...
The dreams pile up on top of each other,
But the roles are always played by the same people...
The way my fingers slide on your skin,
Or your lips leave the moist of your tongue on my ears...
Hair starts to creep up and I'm alone again,
Daydreaming of when we were one...