3 horas para o sol nascer
O travesseiro orbita minha cabeça,
Meus pensamentos inquietos estão a correr,
E abandono meu Eu sem defesa.

2 horas para a lua ir embora
Ela me conta segredos enquanto chora,
De como o sol é frio e nunca a vê,
Mas meu celular vibra, eu sorrio... é você.

1 hora para a noite acabar
Eu vejo suas fotos e me permito sonhar,
Agradeço a Morfeu por me deixar te encontrar,
Em outro tempo, outro plano, outro lugar...

Engraçado como é
Usamos versos e poemas para dizer
Que dentro da noite escura ainda existe fé
E dentro da luz da lua ainda penso em você

Horas passam e tempo corre
E ao mesmo tempo o ponteiro não se meche
Paradoxo do poeta que morre
Mas a inspiração da sua obra ainda cresce

Eu nunca me imaginei um cara sortudo
Até perceber...

De todos os oceanos e terras,
De todas as estrelas e planetas,
Em todos os séculos e milênios,

Eu tive a sorte de te conhecer.

Oh death,
Please...
Allow me to see her again.
I will give you my husk,
Because my soul already belongs to her.

Anubis, hear my plea.
I have nothing for you to weigh;
My heart was given to her.
I will accept the punishment without a say.

Valkyries,
I have nothing too.
My battle was won
When she said, "I love you."

I beg you, Charon,
I can’t pay for my trip.
My obol was lost
When I kissed her lip.

Your eyes are jewels to my treasure
Your skin is like a sheet of the universe
Your hair, like galaxies holding onto stars,
I can see them when I wash your head.

I will never forget your mouth
And how it curves when you say, "I love you."
If God calls me again,
I will ask for one more minute listening to your voice,
Because that already feels like heaven,
And I will go by choice.

O céu era escuro
O amor só me oferecia dor
O ar era frio
O mundo era sem cor...

Mas então eu te conheci.

Você é a aquarela que pintou minha vida
Você é o cheiro de café fresco de manhã
Você é minha terra prometida
Minha musa, minha guardiã.

Sublimes sejam seus dias
Longa seja a sua vida
Que Deus acompanhe seu caminho
Minha inspiração, minha estrela-guia.

Versos não são suficientes
Estou chegando ao limite do meu artístico
Esgotado pelo quanto meu coração sente.
Me coloco em suas mãos: alma, lírico, físico.

When I type your name, my computer auto-completes,
As if it understands how I feel,
And already knows what I want to see.

Madrugadas sempre foram solitárias,
Noites escuras e chão frio.
Mente ociosa pensando no mar,
Consciência cansada, mantida por um fio.

Cheiro de café passado, esfriando,
Som de dois pássaros se amando.
Luz azul me mantém acordado,
A memória dos seus olhos me mantém atado.

Suas fotos me tiram o sono,
E meus pensamentos me impedem de sonhar.
Versos perdidos, voando sem dono,
Alma exausta, que só sabe te amar.

Eu cheguei ao fim da matemática.
E não consegui entender as suas curvas.
Ouvi todas as músicas,
Mas nenhuma me fez sorrir como sua voz.
Cheguei ao fim de todas as histórias,
E não encontrei nada como o seu olhar.
Preso num ciclo infinito de sonhar,
Agarrado ao paraíso de te amar.

Cansei de deixar tudo ao achismo,
De viver num mundo sem você na minha fantasia,
De andar por águas escuras sem conseguir ver.

Sempre foi...
É...
Sempre Será...

O tema do meu lirismo,
A musa da minha poesia,
O motivo do meu ser.

Ó Pai, me perdoa, pois eu pequei,
o pecado mais grave que já cometi.
Disse como eu me sentia... e sinto que perdi.
Oh Deus, quando irei aprender
que amor, desse jeito, é necessário esconder?

Como serão minhas noites agora?
O vento bate, e eu ainda vou sonhar...
Mas com o sol vem a manhã, sem mensagens no celular.

Se arrependimento fosse me matar,
eu ainda estaria vivo,
pois te amar foi um acordo da minha alma contigo.

Está na sua natureza ser amada,
e na minha, amar.
Na humana, pecar,
e na divina, perdoar.
Na natureza do amor, machucar,
e na do tempo, curar.

Você matou a minha arte
e ofuscou a minha visão.
Consigo ver apenas os seus olhos,
penso só em pontos de exclamação.

Eu gosto do meu nome apenas quando dito pela sua boca
e perdi completamente minha coordenação.
Minha mão só me obedece para escrever sobre você,
pensando em você que descobri meu coração.

Vício do meu eu lírico,
ruminação da minha psique.
Escrever sobre você é meu dever cívico,
te amar é meu tique.

Dizem que a religião é individual,
mas eu vi Deus no seu olhar.
Experiência única, sagrada e transcendental.
Meu corpo, sem controle, cai de joelhos e começa a orar.

Olhos que foram sonhados desde a origem do mundo
e destinados pela criação do universo,
imagem e exemplo de cada poeta,
inspiração de todos os músicos,
apasiguador da mente inquieta,
musa de toda a arte,
estrela-guia de todo mártir.

Escrevendo esses versos, devo admitir:
estou cansando de métricas e regras seguir.
Abomino as correntes de AaBb BbAa,
pois poesia é da alma e de quem sabe amar.

Eu acordei no meio da noite
E achei que tinha sonhado você,
Pois apenas nos prantos de Orfeu
Alguém assim poderia existir,
Capaz de, com sua inteireza, minha alma suprir.

Dizem que Deus escreve certo por linhas tortas,
E estou começando a acreditar.
Pois, nas curvas sem nexo da minha vida,
As estrelas me guiaram aos únicos olhos que eu poderia amar.

In every poem that I write
I call back to your eyes
Through the Glasses they look at me
Like neon lights on the street
I look, incapable of looking away
A single second under your ray
Cost me a lifetime of faith

You may never know How I feel about your eyes.
I would pray mercy on sight.
That would be end of me and my classes
Died of love for a girl with glasses

Meu lápis só funciona se for para desenhar o seu rosto.
Meu celular só liga se for o seu número.
Minhas noites só têm sonhos se eles contêm você.
Minha poesia só funciona pensando em seu sorriso.

Você me desconectou da minha alma
E a fez de refém,
Guardando em suas palavras a calma
Que meu coração não vive sem.

Eu conhecia ritmos dos quais eu saía a cantar.
Depois de conhecer o seu sorriso, nenhuma é capaz de acompanhar.
Tenho escrito poemas para gastar essa paixão,
Mas, a cada verso que descrevo, caio mais fundo em sua mão.

I'm going crazy in this summer heat,
Like Icarus, I'm falling at your feet.
You made a believer in the afterlife,
Fifty years isn’t enough to witness your sight.
Making you laugh is my sin, my curse, my crime,
I'm now stuck on the curves of your lips when you say goodbye.

How can I love someone that I just met?
I feel like I could find you in a thousand worlds, in a hundred of my lives.
Can't you just see?
Your face was dreamed from the beginning of time,
In every muse of every poet,
In every inspiration of every singer,
The base of every art, the mirror of my soul... love of my life.

I spent a day without you,
And now I feel like a ******.
My eyes can't focus, and my hands are sweaty.
I'm hearing voices, but they don't belong to you.
I see shapes, but none take your form.

Maybe I need some time off
To remember how to see.
You are the flame, I am the moth,
Yet in my dreams, there is only you and me.

My Soul Cried
And the tears became poetry.
The day turned into night,
Yet I can still hear your melody.

In the memories we never lived,
I still dance with you.
In dreams we never had,
I still sleep next to you.

But your silence cuts me deep,
And I still wait for your messages—
Letters on a screen that don’t know me,
Written by people I’ve never seen.

I hear songs I believe you would love,
As if they truly meant something to me.
My ears can only hear your voice,
And now my eyes ache as all my poetry escapes.

I made you laugh today,
And it brought me closer to God.
Your giggle got lost in the dark alleys of my mind,
Forever searching for an exit they’ll never find.

I could see your smile from a thousand yards away,
And it would still make me blush.
I could hear your voice echo from a thousand years in the past,
And I’d still smile.

My love haunts me like a cigarette searching for a mouth,
But I don’t smoke anymore.
I’ve been bitten by a new addiction...
Lover’s Nicotine.
Making you laugh makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.

Isso está apenas começando e estou com medo.
Medo de dizer a coisa errada, de falar demais ou de ir dormir muito cedo.
Minha ansiedade amiga que me corrompe desde criança .
Me faz questionar seu silêncio, e duvidar de minha esperança.

Eu me escondo em risadas e frases eloquentes
Quando meu único desejo é poder dizer que te amo abertamente.
Mas eu sei como se sente.
Eu sei que é um estrada de mão única, chama que só me esquenta, amor só com remetente.

Eu só queria com você cantar desafinado.
Deitar em silêncio sentido você ao meu lado.
Gostaria de parar sonhar e compartilhar memórias.
Sentir os seus lábios e ouvi-los contar nossas histórias.

I must confess  
I have been writing about you...  
In my hidden rhymes, I can scream.  
In my lost poems, I feel seen.  

I'm afraid to confess how much I feel.  
I'm scared to overwhelm, to isolate, and push you away.  
But these words may never find your eyes,  
hiding in these lines that I will never say.  

Saying that you stole my heart would be a lie.  
You took so much more of what is mine...  
You have my attention, my memories, and my dreams.  
Fine, you have my art, my poetry, my time.  
F*CK IT... keep my salvation, my future, my life.

I saw God today
in the shadows of your hair.
I remember when I would not care
until that warm night in May.
I used to do crosswords on the bus,
but now I can only hold your hand.
Sleeping alone was no fuss,
but without you, now I'm a desert with no sand.

I'm tired of rhyming...
I want to explode.
I want to kiss you.
I want to look into your eyes like the stars look at me when I cry.
I want to beg for you to stay.
I want to feel like I'm falling every time my cellphone vibrates.
I want to get angry about how much I love you.
I used to want to die... but now I want to live.
I want to live to love you.
I want to write more poems that don't rhyme.
I want to sing songs that don't exist.
I want to imagine places that we will never go.
I Think love you.

You caught me with your eyes
And trapped me with your arms.
I was intoxicated by your warmth,
Addicted to your smile.

I saw your pictures, and they sent me spiraling.
My mind is stuck in a loop of you...

I lost my rhyme,
My capacity to see rhythm,
Because all the art in the world pales in contrast to you.
All the sounds are dull in the background of your voice.

I'm going crazy in poems,
Depressed in tales,
Aching in dreams,
And anemic in art.

Im in love...
As long as I dont tell her she will always smile
As long as she doens't know there will be no guilt
Because love sometimes is silence

I will suffer for her and even cry because of her
In the end is a battle of one side in which I will always lose.

You may look at me and say that this is not love is fear
And maybe you are right... I love her.

In the ocean of your eyes
I drowned
In the warmth of your hug
I burned
In the darkness of your hair
I lost
In the whispers of your mouth
I learned what words taste like

You walked on the holy grounds of my soul
Made a joke out of my idols
And burned the altars of my Gods

You are me... if I loved myself.

I loved you.
And then I hated you
in both
I was hurt.

Tears of joy never made sense to me.
They never did.
Why do my eyes disobey my orders,
Creating salty water that blinds me?

What could I possibly witness,
What could bring me so much joy that my soul cries out,
That every hair on my body stands ready to fight,
That my legs tremble and my chest swells?

But in that moment, when I saw you coming down the stairs,
With sleepy eyes and ***** clothes,
It happened.
Like divine intervention,
A truly godly sensation,
I understood.

As if my soul longed for your scent,
As if my hands could never touch anything again,
As if my ears couldn't bear to hear anything but your voice,
As if my eyes didn’t care to see anything after seeing you.

A sign from the gods,
A beacon of hope,
A lighthouse at sea.
Life made sense to me.

Tears of joy never made sense to me,
But now they do.

I can't sleep, so I write.
I write about dreams I want to have,
I write about love that I want to feel,
About people who, like me, are not sad.

It's true, I'm not sad, depressed, or in pain,
Just tired, in love, and sane.
Too sane for my own good.
More lucid than I should.

I'm fighting demons that don't punch back,
Hiding smiles on an invisible map.
I miss smoking and drinking coffee at night.
Goodnight, people — I have to work at 9.

Doutora, como pode fazer isso comigo?
Me vejo sentindo dores que eu nunca senti.
Acho que é meu corpo gritando,
Com vontade de ver a ti.

Há livros sobre isso dos quais sei de cor,
Em bibliotecas espalhadas pelo mundo,
Ditando mistérios do amor.

Cascatas fluem de seu olhar cor do céu,
E estrelas brilham em seus cabelos lisos.
Galáxias são atraídas pelo seu sorriso,
E anjos se revezam para estar em sua presença.

Cada dia que passo sem te ver, acabo negociando com meus vícios.
Criando dívidas com Deus,
Cobrando milagres de lâmpadas mágicas,
E escrevendo poesias trágicas.

I was thinking about you,
And it kept me from sleeping.
I'm now tired and in love.

Each memory is like a shot of caffeine,
And every thought like a drag of nicotine.

It's the dependency on your smile,
My necessity for your smell,
My addiction to your eyes,
My heart in your fingertips.

I will die alone with words that don't rhyme,
In a poem that no one will read,
About a girl that I will never truly meet.

You dragged me into deep waters
and made me lose interest in the light.
I'm addicted to your love
and you're dependent on mine.

I am tired.
I just want want to watch TV.
And write poems.
I want to lay by the sea.
And love someone more than me.

I wanna cry.
But I have no tears.
I want to dance.
But I have no ears.

But then, you came along.
And I realized that we are both sinners of the same kind.
Singers to the same song.
Both are pieces of a broken mind.

Falling in love with you.
Is a gamble that I know I will lose.
A doubt I won't have.
A question I won't make.
A chance I will take.
A warm I will crave.

I shall walk this earth alone
To forsake what is mine.
I will write all poems and sing all songs.
To find what is gold that doesn't shine.

I will dance to the stars.
And meet all gods.
I want to fly my heart to mars.
To conquer all the odds.

There is a tear in my eyes but it doesn't belong to me.
It was harvested by your words.
And cursed by your seed.

The path is carved.
To the silver river flow.
My heart is now broken.
Because you took my soul.

If I had to dream about you.
It would take me a thousand nights for the eyes.
Cause in the windows of your soul.
I lost mine.

You dance to no songs.
But you move to the colors of the sky.
Maybe Im just colorblind to your emotions.
And deaf to your poems.

I am not sure if I am alive.
But here the sun is good and I can see the sky.
I can feel that the end will me make me cry.
But we will enjoy today or at least we will try.

I would say that in my life.
I've seen the dark and the light.
I fought for what I thought was right.
And I saw the end with fiery pride.

You know, life hasn't been kind.
And now I am too tired to try.
To lay in bed and slip into your eyes.
To remember the taste of lips and cry.
Live enough to realize that I wanna die.

I am in love with a girl.
And she smells like Sunday.

She walked and chaos followed.
Her eyes were cold as a lonely night.
The smile would calm a child.
And her heart full of hate.

She spoke words that I did know.
About places that I couldn't go.
She dreamed about people that I never met.
In nightmares she begged to forget.

Your eyes are like neon lights.
And your heart is like Cold Brew.
Your soul eats me alive.
And your lips hide the truth.

It is too late now and I cannot escape.
Our lives are intertwined.
And this is my fate.

I must be crazy to think.
That in some dimension above.
Reality will never sink.
And I'm going to leave this cannibal Love.

Why did you call me?
Why...
I was free from the shackles of your love.
I was happy with my loneliness.
Now?
What now?
What can I do?
I'm once again cursed.
Drowned by my own dreams and hurt by my own memories.

Is it raining?
Or is just my eyes?
Is the ground Closer?
Or is just my face in it?
Is it all dull?
Or I am just broken?

In the depths of the dark sea.
In the valley of broken trees.
A gentle wind started to flow.
To watch me fight, bleed and grow.

The wind now dances with my dark hair.
As the birds go to sleep pair by pair.
It is dark now and I'm free.
Like every night on the valley of broken trees.

I'm addicted to your gentle smile.
But I can only make you cry.
Its like the heavens gave me wings.
But took down my sky.