Inside my…

Rhymes with vibes

Month: September, 2016

Brand new

You make me feel so brand new
I look at the mirror and see something beautiful
my eyes reflecting your smile, you and all your beauty, only you
and since we’ve been together
I know that I want it forever
your smile after every kiss
your kiss giving to me bliss
and…girl… it’s insane how just a few seconds without you
make me a huge miss
so, please…
stay with me…



Ever I behold
her smile, her fluffy hair
and stop to listen
her heart beat, her voice telling me
about her wills, about her dreams
she makes me feel like gold
love shines and valorizes day after day
and look to her is like my new addiction
stay with her, is all that I need to feel complete
it’s so pretty, so amazing
like listen to a song sing by streams
giving peace, giving another way
to reach a sweet piece of heaven
making possible a strange kind of benediction
to an old sinner like this fake poet
to a guy who lives inside a prision
to find a key…to find freedom

Feeling like the first time

I am still feeling like the first time
that I saw her smile
God, angels and miracles
look so possible
so tangible
that make me rethink my vision
about heaven and hell
about my future and my ambition
from a bald, ugly and old man
to a…well…a good man… =P


There’s no silence
when I think about you
it’s like a party
maybe it’s like a Ozzfest concert
or a rave
have a lot of noise
have a lot of light
have a lot of peace
and a lot of confusion
Yeah, have a lot of contradiction
cos, you brought so much life inside of this
maniac-fake-poet-full of love
love? yeah…now I admit that I adore
feel this insane butterflies, so alive
thankful for BMTH lyrics do not have too much sense
and Incubus or Jack Johnson…well, now I understand
good vibes,
love for little things, no need of lies
appreciate a sunshine
with you by my side
it’s so wonderful that make me question
as I lived so long
without your hand holding my hand
and your smile bring me the true peace
that I always question myself “if it really exist?”

Quem diria

Quem diria
que um simples sorriso
meio encabulado, meio timido
pudesse me consertar
me fazer acreditar
que fosse possível novamente amar
e mesmo um eximio pecador
um anjo tocar?

Quem diria
que um passeio de mãos dadas
pudesse juntar o que eu chamava de migalhas
e descobrir que dentro do meu peito
bate forte um coração, cheio de vontades e um forte desejo
de ser só teu, teu, somente teu, num forte anseio
de poder saber que o teu coração tambem pode ser meu

Quem diria
que algumas lágrimas lavariam nossos rostos
em dias cinzas de tristes lembranças
mas trazendo a oportunidade de escrevermos novas memorias
uma nova chance para nossa história
para juntos lavarmos nossos rostos
emocianados por que juntos
mais um dia acordamos abraçados

Quem diria
que alguem que havia desistido de pensar na vida
lá pelos dezoito ou dezenove
agora pensa em que cor será nossa cozinha
ou como farei para não chorar ao te ver, cada dia mais linda
um dia, quem sabe, vestida de noiva
aceitando ser pra sempre, minha…

Quem diria
depois de mais de cem poemas
agora mesmo, apenas lembrando do teu belo rosto
do teu colo, do teu abraço, do teu afago
ainda me pego com os olhos molhados
como tu diria, “suados”

Me faz sonhar

És teu encanto que me faz sonhar
mesmo que acordado?
Desejando que o tempo pare
sempre que te encontro
não seria nenhum incomodo
ver o tempo passar
enquanto teu sorriso eu posso apreciar
e mesmo que seja algo momentâneo
me sinto privilegiado
de poder do teu lado
ficar e, mesmo às vezes, enrolando as palavras
te dizer o quanto eu te amo
e o quanto eu quero contigo ficar


I don’t need a bed
if in your arms I can rest
and no shelter
if my head I can lay into your chest
and I have no need to worry
even in a sad day, I just need remember
your sweet lips, so tasty, like cherry
and your warm presence
to smile for the rest of my day

Ghost and his point of view (pt. 11)

For a moment
maybe one second or two
I understand
that pain was the only real thing
in this nonsense life
that I choose to live, after being denied
love? the biggest lie
how grow love
into a dead field like my chest?

Ghost and his point of view (pt. 10)

I stare, alone
kids playing, until sun fading
and I go deep, through my memories
trying to reach the feeling
of my feet into the sand, running from my father
playing hide and seek
hoping to find him quick…

but…theres nothing for me
theres nothing here
only a dark room
without any thing, only the certain of my doom
I running from you
I played hide and seek with no one
cos, nobody cares to find
who never leave his hidding place, inside his mind

Ghost and his point of view (pt. 9)

After being hit
so hard, that make me question
if was life
that hates me
or I
that must be punished for all the love that I denied
I close my eyes
and try to pray
but will God listen
who never believed him?