6 de dezembro de 2009


A cama desfeita é quente, arenosa. Vamos nos erodindo entre gemidos e sussuros; nossa solidões como dunas se desfazem num mar de luxúria. Pedimos com pressa mais calma. Da nossa cama na praia RE PE TI DA MEN TE fazemos onda, sob um relógio de vento.

18 de julho de 2009


The way I've felt That taste In the back of my mouth As of my mind. Hidden places In day time Bonfires at night. The memories Of what might be As what I've felt. Of dreams of pleasure As my fear and pain And those that were lost. Hidden places as daylight Bonfires at night. Those that wipe tears And the ones that bring them. Memories of better summers As a sea reflecting the moon. Of that animal growing up As summer's end as dawn. Hidden places In day light Bonfires at night. Running in the rain or All that time watching rain falling on windows As falling in love And falling out. Hidden places in day time Bonfires at night. Memories of smiles as kisses. Of good fucks And making love As a broken clock And a silver mirror. Those as waves That drawn closer And closer but can't remember.. And the ones that are ever there As if it was them That remembered. Of I am. Hidden places for day time Bonfires for the night.

11 de junho de 2009

She gave me a candy

She gave me a candy
Hard to swallow
And a thight hug
Hard to forget.

Of what she gives
I take only joy
And her denies
Turn to sugar
In my mouth.

Yes or no
Will be the same.
For her gift
Is unasked for.
And her prize,
Only free given
Will sweeten
My dry mouth.

You got me buzzin'

You got me buzzin' and make me high
When you dance I go in trance.
I am addicted to your hips.

You go away, leave me high
Seeing your eyes hungry for lies.
I am addicted to your denies.

You got me buzzin' and make me high
I need your kiss, gimme the fix.
I am addicted to your lips.

28 de maio de 2009

Sonhando me amas.
Não sei seu nome
Nem me conheces.

O dia é cinzento,
mas as flores (do mal?)
como previ.

Os sonhos mais fortes
Acompanham os ventos
Mais frios.


We try and try
and try. Then
Try again.
What? Dreams.
We dream and can
and do. Then
Wake numb.

The joy of trying
justifies the game
and the dream
shines over all.

We try and try
and try. Then
dream again.
Wake? Dreams

do and can.Then
become reality.
The dream of love 
justifies the tries
and the game is
behind four walls.

We play and play 
and play.
Then Play again.
Why? The joy.

9 de abril de 2009


Let me kiss your redest lips
When they open as flower.
When all your bliss as moisture
Kills my thirst
And fills my tongue with abandon.

Let me kiss your redest lips
When they burn as the bonfire
In a candlelight.
When the crackle in your fire
Turns to sighs.

Let me kiss your redest lips
While they shiver with joy.
While the world ends
And we are nowhere to be found.
Hidden where all is delight.

30 de março de 2009


A baby there is in London
-She's called Babylondon!
And while walking down the street,
In every tongue that she speaks
always the same repetitive tune:
Welcome to London,
Have fun and excuse me.

She's on the cameras and the screens.
So many eyes're looking for her
That's easy seeing where she's not
Her bealtiful face and wicked smile.

She's one and many
And rather say fuck off,
Burn all the towers
and take a piss on the Queen,
Than bend over and disapear.


Se começo um poema
E me faltam versos,
Sobram muitos rabiscos.

Os versos por ela
Procuro em vão.
Levou consigo os versos,
Minha inspiração.

Os rabiscos na página
São com as memórias
Esquecidas por ela
Sobre o colchão.

Wants me

Wants me
Wants me not.

The petals fill the pot
As there are seconds in a clock.

Wants me
Wants me not.

If she don't come and knock
All my garden might rot.

Wants me
Wants me not.

I wait for her snog
As a prince or as a frog?

Wants me
Wants me not.

Question of rock
Is gentle havoc.

Wants me
Wants me not.

Was your shock
as mine or mock?

Wants me
Wants me not.

Unfold the plot,
Destiny. I have already
Seached a lot.

Wants me
Wants me not.

She might be a dock.
So in my mouth
Her name I lock.


Candles are litten.
Our souls beaten
lying on the bed.
All bedroom is red!
Burning sunset:
Is the red carpet
For my Venus star
Seen from afar.
Crowning her hair
All that's fair:
Red golden leaves
Wise believes.
Red is the morning
Of my night's longing.

19 de março de 2009

Ratos di Versos


Ratos de versos
Lembram um ritmo
Na viela das carmelitas
E bêbados e putas
E travestis trabalhando.

O ritmo,
Meio esquecido
Em tantas batidas,
Tantos batuques;
Fica um sabor de seio.

17 de fevereiro de 2009


Leaf on the wind
Has got no home.
Flys through woods
And then he´s gone.

Leaf on the wind
Leaves their present
Into reality
On a single breeze.

Leaf on the wind
Comes one more time
To those crossroads;
Of lifes, of destinys.

Leaf on the wind
Flys high and low.
He's got his answers:
Live and go away.

Mente e paixão

Como um trem,
A mente desgovernada
Corre loucamente
Descarrilha e tomba.

Paro o trânsito
Incendeio a embaixada
Levo tantas rosas
Amanheço aceso.

A mente assim embriagada
Vaga vazia por ruas escuras.
Ânsiedade e cometer loucuras.

Quando a paixão furta a lógica,
Nem camisinha, nem camisa-de-força;
Só eletrochoque mais cincuncisão.

15 de janeiro de 2009

The telephone

The telephone has blank eyes that never blink,
A mute voice and scream.

With it I'm by your side
Whispering nasty dirty secrets
Wiping your tears or just hello.

The telephone can be a sword or a door.
It's like a fire waiting to be lit and send only smoke.

10 de janeiro de 2009


Walking by Camden Town
Boots tatoos chains piercings.
Alone around the corner
Grass Speed Coke Skunk.

Drinking some pints.
Pissing on dark alleys.
Camden boy is just one
Punk Clubber Rasta Gothic
In one dark colorful crowd.

Palestine free

In the chattered streets of London,
For Palestine thousands rally.
British Arabs Cubans Africans
As one boundless Palestine.

- Palestine free!
We cry for the falling bombs.
May the powerful
In their dark rooms
understand our simple message.
'Cause the powerless
Are tired of knowing it.

6 de janeiro de 2009

Berlin beat

As the snow falls over cold Berlin,
Warned hearts walk down the street.
This may not be a free city
And under the command of the allied powers
This city dances to the beat of love.

This is a House of free people,
Warmed hearts, music until the dawn.
In the city of Berlin where dreams come true
Punks and Nazis roam the streets
Spreading wonder, wild hairs, fear, leather.
Even they dance to the beat of this House.

The snow falls over cold Berlin.
Bright morning, deep clubbing
The beat in here never ends.