via cudillero, san vicente de la barqua to bilbao

sometimes and without

sometimes and

without a smile

i wish to walk

out into the waves

at night, in mornings

which do not sing

for me nor for you,

the wasted days

nothing can soothe,

the nights all alone,

the days perverted

and being asked

and asked to suffer

frustration as it is

what must be good to

me: no, i said no.

no. i listen now,

i listened to you,

now i listen to

nothing but oceans

and just, truly, wish

a way to die,

to go, to sleep

in the deep deep

waters, amongst fishes

and seaweed, with stones,

gone, gone forever,

ashes blown to the moon.

nobody, nobody knows

me there, and i will never

be me again, gone,

gone, gone.

sometimes and 

without a smile

i wish to walk

out into the waves

Fwd: from saõ jacinto to praia pragueira near pontevedra

no~

the harbour is far,

maybe there is none.

from far out at sea

waves are rolling,

nothing else,

no voice to reach,

no harbour i see,

just sailing on

maybe to be washed

ashore, stranded.

i follow seagulls,

nobody else.

i listen, the roar of 

this sea, the gulls,

my thoughts whirling,

still, i steer this ship

through storm, through 

all, follow stars,

i left all at home,

here i am free

no more hope,

only fate, i must

and must follow

the wind

and the small voice

inside, none other,

no opinions on me,

no words. i go.

castanheira de pera, Lousa, Aveiro