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.

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.

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.

We are fast.
Running towards the ledge.
Because there is only 90 Miles to infinity.
And eternity at last.

The smoke in the window knows your name,
And the stars are tired of me describing your smile.
The ash remembers how I cried in shame,
And not fighting for you before makes me vile.

No more, I say,
As I yell at the storm.
Because if you let me, I will stay,
And forever praise your heavenly form.

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.

I feel so human...
So vulnerable, and cold.
I want to lie down and tell you I'm getting old.
I miss talking to you, I miss kissing you in the morning.
I keep traveling between then and now,
Confessing our vows to my pillows somehow.
I keep where you laid immaculate—
Just a shadow, my love, where you once breathed.

I'm going around in echoes,
Traveling songs and next codes.
Between my fingers, mistakes light up in flames.
I keep my room blurred so I won't remember your smell.
I dry my eyes with smoke so they won’t swell.

I write poems with no order—
Rhymes are a second thought.
I want to call you so bad, but you asked me not to...
So I fought.
I win and lose arguments with my keyboard;
It keeps typing messages I can’t send.
What do I do with this love that won’t mend?

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 moment I exist, I miss you,
And for some reason, I feel you miss me too.
I'm tired of the ordinary,
With you, my bed becomes our sanctuary.

I hope one day you give our future a chance.
In all my dreams, you are the only one I dance.
Even the angels high in the clouds
Are jealous of the love that we have found.

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 am an astronomer and a lover—
I fell for a star.
But she chose the orbit of another,
Leaving me to watch from afar.

Morpheus, please don’t let me dream of her,
I can't wake to poetry on my pillow again.
My best was never enough to offer,
And my lost proclamations were in vain.

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.

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.

Solene
Sinistra
Saluta
Subsequente.

Presente.
Perpeplexa.
Promiscua.
P­roeminente.

Valente.
Voraz.
Vaidosa
Vidente.

Why do you refuse my love?
Why don’t you believe I’m enough?
Why don’t you allow me to take care of you?
Why do you choose to be hurt?
Why can't I stop loving you?
Why does my room still hold your scent?
Why do my clothes still carry your embrace?
Why don’t you trust me?
Why are you so scared of the future?
Why can't I stop smoking?
Why can't I let you go?
Why do I keep hurting myself by loving you?
And why do I ******* love doing so?

You can tell me no,
Scream that you hate me—
I will wait for you,
With the love you deserve,
With an intensity only I know how to give.

I challenge you to forget me.
I propose a bargain with God:
Let me see you one more time,
And I will show you all the future lines.

The tarot turns, but I decide,
For I am fate, I am the night.
The Devil’s card, the Lovers’ flame—
All lines of fate spell out your name.

Death and the dark bring me no fear,
They are nothing, like when you aren’t near.
No storm burns as wild as my desire,
No sin is as sweet as love on fire.

So make your choice, but know the truth—
I would burn the world to be with you.
For fate is ours, and stars will bend,
Because in your arms, I shall meet my end.

we shAll be more than they could ever imagine.
we will suRf the waves of all the minds that dream.
our storiEs will fly with the wind throughout the galaxies.
and we will be Young forever.
so that One day.
we ascend to the rightfUl place of all poets.
the place wheRe unquiet minds go.
the dark abyss of lost mEmories.
that one day were forgotten by them All.

and then we will tame the Dark.
understand realitY.
become The echos of existence.
the new deities Of the universe.
Befriend all the dimensions.
so that from the ashEs of our minds.
a Good day can rise.
and frOm the whispers of our songs.
a new worlD can be born.

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.

Kindness is poetry in itself.
Is the borderline that divide us from deities.
From all the gods and devils that we invented.
From all the mud and blood that we live.
There is one thing that shines.
One thing that redeem ourselves from our crimes.
The thing that causes us to shiver upon fear.
That motivate without love.
That destroys without guns.
In the end I beg you to do what is right.
Love yourself and the others and PLEASE BE KIND.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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'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.

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.

Oh, dearest one,
Daughter of the night,
I come clean, seeking an audience with you, divine.
I present my case in red, love, delight,
I give you my soul, a present—yours in might.

Oh, dearest one,
Mother of all seas,
I can't stay ashore; the waves are crushing me.
I will pay my fare—for love’s waves, my fee.
I will sway into the endless void of no sea.

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.

There is no easy road to take,
No gentle breeze, no quiet break.
To move ahead is to transform,
To shed the past, outlive the storm.

To change is stepping through the flame,
Not seeking comfort—seeking claim.
Not bound by guilt, nor tied to shame,
It blooms in truth, in fire, in strength—
To love is to take charge, seek length.

Us is not what's left behind,
But hope two hearts are yet to find.
Not sacrifice, but sacred vow—
To build a world that starts with now.

He has no grip, no claim, no right,
You’ve outgrown his chains, you’ve earned your light.
So loose the rope, unlock the door—
You're not who he hurts anymore.

Let go, step through, come taste the air,
It’s not a path without despair.
But every scar that brought you here,
Now sings of strength, not loss or fear.

It’s not easy—no soft bloom—
But love like ours will make more room.
Not in the past, but in what’s real and true:
A future shaped by me and you.

God tossed us each in weird ways,
Changed our hearts, rewrote our days.
We grew apart, but not alone—
Like roots that came from the same stone.
He rewind the winds, He bent the night,
And still, we feel each other light.

It’s wild how you always crossed my mind,
Like some old song I couldn't find.
Feels like we’re wired from the same spark,
Even when life pulls us apart.
Not chance, not luck—just something true,
Like God’s been pushing me toward you.

Every word that I write a piece of my soul.
Every verse that I speak is a piece of me.
I close my eyes but I cannot sleep.
I cried out loud but no one hears.

I am a poet.
Such as the ones before me and the ones after.
We are the last stand to dark.
Writers of a broken society.

I declare my life to art.
An expression of existence.
I dare to look at the abyss because someone needs to.
A dark necessity.
A lonely addiction.

I can't stop now.
The words flow from my mind like tears from God.
But the dogs in my heart beg like the Devil.
I am and I will ever be.................a poet.

I dreamed of you last night,
And I write as if you'll see this
Oh, dear love all might
Bring me the one I miss.

I close my eyes to the abyss,
Turn my back on my maze
In the rain, I feel your kiss—
I can't meet Morpheus without your embrace.

You watch the storm as I observe you think,
Lightning reflected in eyes dark as ink.
Deep oceans rage where I long to drown,
Pulled by the tide of your presence pulling me down.

The winds growl with hunger, but love makes me stay,
I'll shelter your heart when the sky fades to gray.
I'll write with my lips on your forehead delight,
Of how your mouth tastes like heaven in the warm night.

My hands need to dance on the curves of your skin,
Tracing soft rhythms where our passion begins.
Your bed is my mercy, a prayer I confess,
A home where my restless soul finds its rest.

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.

If there is something like a perfect piece of art.
It is hidden in the most untouchable of the places.
A place so unreachable that only the unluckiest and the saddest of the humans can go.
A place that connects heaven, hell and earth.
The only place that connects God, the devil and us.
Death.
Death keep the most amazing and beautiful piece of heaven that exists.
Because if that wasn't so, God wouldn't create an angel just to keep it safe.
And even if there is no God above the clouds or devil under the earth.
We still are walking the unstoppable crusade to the end.
So enjoy the last seconds of your brief infinite called life.

I walked until I saw the ocean.
And the wind made me think.
I stared at the waters and I saw your eyes.
I closed mine and I could feel your hand.

Memories of a past that I did not live.
In a present that I cannot see.
Dreaming about a future that don't belong to me.

I think that is my purpose.
A dream surfer.
A mind dweller.
A dead poet.

But now my feet are wet.
My clothes are not clean.
The sun is about to set.
In an image that I've never seen.
The sun kissing the sea.
In a picture that not even the gods could foreseen.

I must now go to a place that I cannot be found.
Deep waters….
If you want you can come too.
Because in the depths of my mind I found you.

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.

I crave being next to you when I sleep.
I yearn to watch you dress.
I miss kissing you when you leave—
Without you in my eyes, I hate what's left.

I want you to consume me,
To swallow me whole.
I need you to see it all:
My new things, and how my room now glows.

I want to show the strength of my shoulders,
And how my arms can lift you up.
Because Heaven is made for two,
And my poetry is only made for you.

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 will tell you something—
What hurts the most:
I look in my shower and can't see your towel.
I smell the sheets, but they don’t carry your scent.
I miss you like crazy,
And I only have the walls to vent.

I want to scream and come running to you,
To feel your sweet lips on mine,
To feel your arms around me too.

Oh God, I miss seeing her in the morning.
Help me to cope—
It feels like my soul was ripped,
And my brain just needs dope.