We’re living in an open sea —

A thundering blue destiny

That always leads to nothing


You could be

The flower I was meant to be —

There’s petals falling off of me,

The sun is doing nothing



{Photo by Lira}


Three AM

When will you walk home

Under the light of these artificial stars?

Reward me for all the taken risks

And for the words that run down my face


Maybe we will meet in the street

As I leave

While the night is dead and faithless


Steal everything away from within —

Guide yourself through the early morning hours

When the lamps start to dim



([Perfectly] Randomly scheduled post #1)


Words swim through the distance between us.

Smiles go back and forth

Around our thoughts

And on our faces.

Shining bright, this deep universe

Stays unnamed between the two of us




PS. Just a quick update to say I’m alright. Uninspired to the bone, but okay.

Life is good for once & only God knows why, but I feel so random:

I’m getting healthier. The sky was blue this morning. I still feed stray cats. Victor says hi, he’s made me feel really happy lately. I play mindless videogames now. And I just graduated. Let me enjoy not doing anything for a while. I’m gonna buy some ice cream tomorrow. And your engagement ring. Love is everywhere. Yes, life’s good right now.

Hopefully it will just get better and better.


Stretched Moment

You are everything

and everything is you

The streets,

the couple’s loving gaze,

delicious food,

new possibilities,

old memories,

the music that never ends,

the smell that refuses to go away

from my bed,

the night,

my dreams,

the moon,

the bus,

my guitar,

your songs,

the whiskey we last drank,

my face, you kissed,

my hand, on yours,

our lips, once locked,

still locked,

in memories,

All the traces of you

in my head,

and all that

you’ve touched

You, you, you

the world is possessed by you

I am but one of them

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Under Water

In a swirling kaleidoscope,

Facing the world through crystal and glass.

Deeper and deeper

Under the surface,

Breathing in

Dazzling sunlight

And dreamlike colors.

Out of breath —

Sinking in,

Down to the depths




Stubborn tears, they never come —

There are nights

When they deny themselves;


Supposed to be stormy


And outside

The night falls dry

And warm,

Not knowing that we have a desert





Not a “poem” again, I guess. Just a random, loneliness fueled thought I transformed into one. Translated from one my posts in Portuguese (2nd blog).