Love is not a chain or tomb,
And so, my love, I give you room.
If silence calls and if you must go,
I'll bear the weight, endure the fall.

And if your choice shall cast me low,
If my destiny leads me into your quiet no,
I'll wait even in deserts, starved of all sounds,
Even in storms where light will never be found.

I'll wait in fire, in the depths of hell,
Forever bound beneath your spell.
So make your choice—come with me forever dance—
For soulmates may burn, but will never end.

I am lost but I know where to go.
I am sad but I am afraid to show.
I smile but I have tears to flow.
I loved but she stole my soul.

I am a wanderer of memories that are not mine.
Dreams of life that in my head are confined.
Pieces of our moments stuck to a silver line.
Broken parts of me like diamonds in the night.

I watch the moon when I cannot sleep.
Its light illuminates the dust from my bedsheets.
I should go back to my bed before I trip.
And now the moon is gone and no one will see me weep.

It is about to happen.
The daily war of existence.
As the knights of the horizon.
Fight the demons of twilight.

There is a pain in my chest.
And I do not know why.
But the night is over now and I can rest.
Dream with my knights in the sky.

I'm tired.
I lost my ego.
I want to smoke—
but you never liked the smell.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Just me and myself.
I dream of your hands,
and I smell your perfume.
I try to numb it, but it consumes me,
as my emotions flow down my eyes
and my cheeks turn red.
I miss your touch.
I crave your bed.

Tell me your pains—I want to know.
Show me your dreams—I want to go.
Take me to your sanctuary.
Show me our love—extraordinary.
My soul begs for yours.
I still wait for you at my door.

Did you go to church? Did you sing? Did you eat?
Did my voice make you miss me?
Did the sun caress your face as my hands once did?

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.

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.

Does your silence mean your no?
Does your hush mean my cold?
Was I not enough, was I too bold?

I really thought we had a chance,
Paths intertwined, our future in advance.
I do apologize if I hurted you in my vain
I'm so sorry for the pain.

I think it's time for me to make my last vow:
To bend my head back and take my last fall.
I solemnly swear to love you all the way—
Till the earth cracks… till the last day.

Oh Lord, I’m tired—so deeply worn,
I loved with all my being.
I gave my best, my heart was torn,
Yet still, I stand unseen.

I beg for mercy on this ache,
I poured my all—it wasn’t enough.
Alone I lie, no hand to take,
As pillows drink my sorrow’s touch.

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.

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.

I cross the street and see you on both sides.
I dream with you in all my days and nights.
I write poems... you makes them rhyme.
I dance in silence... you are the beat in my mind.

In all the sounds I can always hear you voice.
Because in all my lives you are my choice.

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

I miss her close, her warmth and grace,
And how the world would halt in place.
Her laughter blessed my darkest hours,
Her inner strength a bloom of flowers.

I miss her smile, my secret spark,
That danced through days and lit the dark.
The way she say my name,
So soft, so sure, yet never the same.

Her voice—it rose, a silver stream,
It stirred the clouds, it forgave my sins.
The heavens leaned to catch her tone,
And I, below, felt less alone.
I swear the sky turned into colors bright,
Her song then became all the light.
The stars bent down to hear her voice—
And in that sound, my heart found his choice.

I miss you... Too long with no see,
Love like hers still sings in me.

Se eu contasse os segundos em que penso em você,
Se eu te mostrasse a profundidade do meu sentimento,
Se eu te lesse todos os versos que escrevi sobre você,
Se eu te revelasse a imensidão do meu amor,

Não haveria tempo suficiente no universo,
Nem lugares onde sua presença não fosse sentida.
Não haveria músicas sem a sua assinatura,
Nem poemas sem o brilho do seu sorriso.
Não haveria cor nos quadros que não viesse da sua pele,
Nem sonhos sem o calor dos seus olhos.

She told me for the first time, her voice so clear,
“I love you”—the words I most longed to hear.
And in that moment time stood still,
My heart didn't beat but obeyed her will.

No fairytale, no sharpening flame,
But something wild it can't be named.
So give me proof, a single beat,
To show our bond no force can cheat.

But still I ask with banging head,
Why does she lie in another’s bed?
Confesses tour love still try to runaway,
Why try so hard to keep such force a bay

Confusion spins me like roaring tide,
Yet hope refuses to ever die.
I beg her and stars to send our sign,
To show me once, she is truly mine.

We complete each other,
We dance to the same songs.
We are meant to be together,
And yet you denied my fond.

I'm hurt, and I can see my soul cry,
I'm bleeding love that belongs to you.
I wished we could be in each other's sight,
But fate has torn us in two

I take solace in the glass castle I built,
A smoke-filled room,
Unused pieces of silk.

I need to numb myself,
Or I will combust.
Unfortunately, this is the hand that was dealt,
The universe is simply unjust.

Quando você fala comigo, é minha alma que responde,
Como se houvesse um caminho direto para o meu coração,
No lugar onde minha insegurança se esconde
E onde seu nome inspira minha canção.

Existem coisas que eu quero dizer,
Mas não inventaram as palavras ainda
Como posso te enxergar sem conseguir ver,
Só sobrevivo à sua ida por causa da vinda.

Este sentimento me drena,
Consome meu lirismo.
Quando a mente se vai, o poeta entra em cena,
Pois com você nunca passei por achismos.

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.

Loving you is like touching the sun—
It’s rage, it’s fire, it’s sadness, it’s fun.
I love you whole, with nothing to trim—
It’s heaven, it’s mercy, my favorite sin.
Touching your skin is my addiction—
It’s glory, it’s sweet, it’s lovers’ friction.
Looking into your eyes is extraordinary—
It’s the Big Bang, expansion, my sanctuary.

Loving you is redemption…

It’s me, more than being me.
It’s rhyming more than verses can be.
It’s traveling without ever touching the sea.
Loving you is what love is supposed to be.

If I asked you not to open your eyes before I counted to ten...
If I told you I can still remember the smell of your hand...
If I conquered all there is to see in your name...
If I changed the movement of galaxies just to have one more night...
If I admitted that I would trade eternity’s gentle touch for one more kiss of your love...
If I showed you the first live in our past I fell in love with you...
If I revealed the depth of my devotion...
If I showed you how far I would go...
If I waited a thousand years...
If I could only...

If...
No more ifs.
I love you.

I write, shrouded by smoke,
The lighter flickers, lighting my room.
Your presence in this ritual I try to invoke,
Yet my mind drifts back to you.

I miss you like my lungs miss nicotine,
I miss you like the earth craves the rain.
I stop myself from wondering what could have been—
Without you, I’m not sure I can love again.

Even though I only tried
To hold you close, not make you hide.
Now I can only hear your quiet eyes,
And in that hush, my spirit dies.

Your silence wraps me like the night,
No blame, no words — just the fading light.
But I will honor what you need,
No hurt nor chain, no selfish plead.

For love, to me, is not to cage,
But inspiration like your books page to page.
It spreads like stars before the dawn,
An endless sky to dream upon.

I’ll be the ground beneath your climb,
The clock that waits through endless time.
To wonders vast — your voice, your fire,
Deserve the world, deserve the higher.

My love is open — raw and true,
The key of my sorrow is held by you.
I give it freely, come what may,
Forever yours, to keep... to Throw Away..

I wrote poetry like you still read it each morning,
And I let my soul finish all the sentences.
Lying in my bed with your heat still soaring,
I wished for one more second in your presence.

I bargained with my pillow to let me sleep,
So I could fall into your arms in every night's deep.
Like a prayer, he is my dream prophet—
Like my broken soul, I am your poet.

Do you feel emotional when you leave?
Because I do.
I think I love more than love is true.
Can you say that you miss me—
Like you said you were falling in love?
Because my life feels incomplete,
Without my heart feels sick.

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.

When I'm old, I’d love to hear you sing,
To fall gently in your lap as I dream.
I would go, as long as your hand is in mine,
And I hope that you are my last sight.

When I'm old, I’d love to see our family,
Like sinking leaves in cold tea—
Their gentle laughs carries your kind eyes,
My curious soul and humor in their minds.

When I'm old, I’ll show you tricks on the porch,
The warm summer breeze lifting your hair as it soars.
I’ll write you poems until my hands grow frail,
And till I die, if you call me—I won’t fail.

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.

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.

The cigarette smolders in my window
As the light in my room grows dim.
I apologize to my lungs,
But I need the nicotine.

I hear the rain fall
And my fan spin.
I can only think of you—
My favorite sin.

I see the darkness smile,
My oldest friend.
The city sleeps
As my heart I try to mend

I dreamt of our children, kind voices like yours,
Singing color and stardust behind sleeping doors.
They'll dance through the cosmos with eyes full of light,
Chasing the stars like I did when young each night.

You, humming lullabies drawn from your soul,
Me, pointing out planets that shimmer and roll.
Their laughter will echo through galaxies might,
A symphony borned out sun and moonlight.

I've poems to read you when we’re silver and slow,
When wrinkles tell stories that only we know.
I'll pass my fingers through your greyed hair,
Like sifting through memories we planted with care.

Oh Darling... I hear the dreams the universe sends,
Like whispers of time and moments that never end.
I read all the signs out loud with a smile,
For I knew I'd find you… it just took a while.

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

She asked for space...
And it's hard to cope.
Like something is missing,
Like dreams you never told.
I feel like a river with no sea,
A fruit without a tree.
I want to call, to message, to go—
I wonder if you miss my bed, or if you're cold.
I want to explode.
And I want to play music.
I need to crash, to disappear, to smoke, to dream.
I feel like a painting no one has seen,
I feel like a night without sin.
I miss your moon in my eclipse—
Your smell, your eyes, your lips.
I toss and turn; my room feels angry,
Like it misses your voice, your thoughts, your envy.
But you asked for silence, and I shall give,
Even if I burn.
I yearn.
I miss.

I'll wait for you, through storm of time,
No need for haste when our hearts are intertwined.
You don't bring a single thing,
Just let me hear your spirit sing.

I need you more than breath or bread,
More than the dreams that fill my head.
Your hug outclass the sun’s embrace,
A fire not even the cold can chase.

A love so deep, it brings me from grave,
Accepted by cards, Defying fate
No end could break, no force undo,
I'll wait, my love, I'll wait for you.

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.

My heat is made to warm your cold skin,
My body designed to fit your bed.
My fingers shaped to rest in yours between
My soul can't bear to see you sad.

My poetry runs down my face like rivers,
And the verses spill onto the floor.
My devotion can’t be hidden in slivers,
And my heart longs for yours.