I tried to drawing
but my limited skills in this kind of art
makes me realize that I must try
another kind of attempt to show off my love for ya
poems and lines about your smile
but, sorry, nothing can compare
the emotion that you make me feel
and the thousand poems that I write into my mind
in ten seconds before my lips have the blessing of your kiss
makes me feel so bliss
all the pain, all the agony
even if I am blind
you bring colours, light
you take all the hurt out of me
with only ten seconds…
imagine a life time
what gonna be?


Like 80’s

So soft, so 80’s, like a immense loft
so careless about what gonna break your heart
so colourful, so dark, completely lost
like a poem inspired by a goth
broken like the corners of my heart, hurt, hurt
scream, help, a puddle of blood
a broken pencil, no ink in the pen, we must improvise
this declaration must shine
like the neon sign, like neon
our mind gonna exploud, great thud
tick tock, the clock won’t stop
end of 80’s
what we miss?


The 70’s and the nonsense of new 00’s

Without need of translation
this message have no direction
no interlude, no need of a presentation
many words, few have a real declaration
do you understand the affliction?
no real message here, nowhere
empty, soft and shallow
like the “love” of superstars
from the new rap and pop
ya know wtf I trying to say?
ya already followed the track?
if ya try to look back
will ya try to forget
everything that teenager with a lot of experience
tried to teach ya? do ya?
many rhymes but nothing to say, isn’t OK?
the shallow of our existence
makes us look so different
of our parents
or the good songs of 70’s
a good solo, a guy singing like a woman
with a lot of love and some
good analogies about drugs and hugs


Time and a lot of things to realize

It’s time, time to be silent, time to realize
I am disappointed
not because of you
but, because of me, of a lot of shit
that I do…
disjointed, exploited by my insecurity
my fears tearing my skin, appointing
the hopeless moment of clarity
that I understand my misunderstood
I want be the one, the very good
the guy that want to show to you
the happiness of a simple smile
and the warm of a tight hug
simple things, simple moments
but it’s all that I have to give
for now, for a awhile
for days, weeks, months and years
maybe I must act like a thug
and steal your fears, dry your tears
but I want more than my hands can carry
I want make you feel like home
when my arms are around you
and the taste of cherry
early morning, in the good morning kiss
I want so much, that only one life can’t handle…