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Sunday, June 26, 2016

graca, largo

when will the waves,alice

when will the waves
lean against each other
rolling and flowing
in the deep deep sea

when can i lean on you
and breathe with you,
when will we give up
ourself to sleep

Alice, i am tired
to be alone,
when will you
kiss me , hold me

i kissed your soul
now come
nearer
and keep me

please guard me
don't be afraid
not of memory
nor of me

will you smile?
Alice,i need you.
the desert
is so cold at night

in your dreams
do you walk between
snakes and hurt
with a flower

and will you
come out,
i am only wind
touching your face

the rabbit
points to the clock,
only the cat knows
time but doesn't say

meanwhile
i have a coffee
and watch birds
picking crumbs

on trauma, interesting article

https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/06/20/the-body-keeps-the-score-van-der-kolk/?mc_cid=0506706136&mc_eid=d4633eff0a

museu nacional do azulejo

costa da caparica, bela vista

what is tomorrow?

what is tomorrow?
i went to listen
to a woman sing
like 
a siren but near

i went to a bar
dark hunters
with conspiratorial
smiles and sad ladies

only few danced
but the music
this was good,
an earthy rhythm

i came up
above the roofs,
i want raindrops
to fall on your hair

want to rest
my soul in you
and snow to fall
on my thoughts

i want to bury 
my face in your scent,
sleep with the waves
of your breathing

your sadness
is now mine
and all is sworn in
against us

i hope for autumn
to turn all gold
and clear and cool
as tender kisses

now is summer
never our time
and spring
was pain

i sit under trees,
always in between,
i love, i wish,
i think i am alive

Bairro Alto