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.

Sonhando me amas.

Acordo;

Não sei seu nome

Nem me conheces.

O dia é cinzento,

mas as flores (do mal?)

desabrocharam

como previ.

Os sonhos mais fortes

Acompanham os ventos

Mais frios.

TRY

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.

YOUR REDEST LIPS

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.

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.

LEAF ON THE WIND

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.

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.

Camden

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.

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.

ÁVIDA LEITORA

Ávida Leitora Do livro da vida, Leio seu corpo sobre leito frio. É como o papel e como eu escrevo em ti. Meto poesia apago solidão desfolho e foleio suas pétalas páginas, seus orgasrítimos. Escrevo se e, finalmente, inscrevo-me em você. Borras tuas páginas com meus dedos cheios de salíva. Minha seiva e malícia suas bordas dobram. Quero decorar seus diálogos internos e, um dia, beijar tua capa amassada ou rasgada e costurar o miolo caído.

Alive

- For Claus and Isis

Was it just a hug
and then we said goodbye
off to the trip in wich i die.

Maybe it was that hug
opening the ground.
When the plane crashed
I... Survived.

While jumping throught those corpses
My heart pumping - Oh! - So fast
For dead people can't hold her.
Butterflies up my spine, feelings unknow.

My next breath catched a plane.
On the city of love I realise
That my time's been postponed
Life, as love, can't wait.
I'm... Alive.

BABYLONDON

Many pass by Babylondon
While walking down Oxford Street.
Some stay and others go or disapear.
But few can see
Ready to burn
The invisible baby
Tower by tower.

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.

A baby there 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 one and many,
Rather say fuck off,
Burn the towers
and piss on the Queen,
Than bend over and disapear.

Ontem

Ao lembrar de ontem
Me fica um gosto de sonho
- um desses antigos
Sem sentido na época,
Repetido ontem -
Pergunto a uma Pessoa.
O sentido disso.

Este me escapa,
Mas o sonho...
Era perfeitamente aquele fim de noite,
três e meia da manhã.
O meu ontem
Foi hoje
E ecos disso
São vidro
de um sentimento.
Quebrado quando?