Babylondon

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.

Rabiscos

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.

RED

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.

Ratos di Versos

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.