Sitting

Sitting,

i stare at the back of your neck,

while you are away,

i slowly construct you,

i remember ever strand of your hair,

i look at your eyelashes,

i stop in your meaty lips.

Sitting,

i think of how i know you,

Sitting,

i think of how i want to know you

Sitting,

i watch how you stand up and walk,

Sitting,

i know we'll be walking together soon.

Agua

Agua, buscando hidratacion,

Agua, flexible e imparable,

Agua, paciente y rapida,

Agua, suaves y sutiles,

Agua, absorbiendo el aire.

Como el agua,

quiero mojar tu necesidad,

Como el agua,

quiero entenderte sin temor,

Como el agua,

iremos sin frenos,

Como el agua,

espero el momento de tenerte,

Como el agua,

me acelero ante tu pensamiento,

Como el agua,

te acariciare,

Como el agua,

te absorbere.

create

you always said u wanted a creative life,

free from everyday restrictions,

u always stood there,

so limited,

so unique,

u fought the law in Portuguese,

u even took two sides when needed,

and after all our fights together,

in the end you chose a creative option,

you would have it you're way,

or no way at all,

after helping me on our last night together,

you decided to blow... up.

your blue memory now lingers away in my room,

like a perfume wasted on bad night...

i'll remember u with love.

Create.

Messy

like two actors in a messy soap,

intertwined by branches and spines,

swirling with the wind,

dancing in words of speed,

of bossy finesse,

of classy excess,

with every caress,

tangled in a messy finish.

(500) days

On day (1) it's all about intuition,

a hint and a handfull of expectation.

on day (eight) time is already melting,

screaming without a voice,

the moment u wanted.

on day (34) mind racing,

you have a reason,

you have a choice,

here we go again.

on day (one-hundred and two) ,

i'm charmed by your smile,

entranced by your eyes,

i melt at your hands,

and blend with your sounds.

on day (three-hundred five),

a dream,

a love,

a moment

frozen in stars,

sparkling my words.

on day (500) well...

one fine day,

we'll fly away.

Sailor

Staying up till the morning light,

im thinking of changing my vocation,

hoping from island to island,

like never before,

i'll put on my little hat,

my stripped shirt

and i'll sail away,

in harmony,

and i wont rest,

until sparks cross

my fingers and your dots,

between silver and steel.

bright red dots

i dont know,

what is the right time,

or if im the right one,

but still, u should be mine.

something about us,

that we should do.

something about ur dots,

i want to melt.

like

like being away from home,

travelling far to lands far far away,

there's only one thing on my mind,

like a longing i can't shake.

it's hard not to notice,

how your freckles dance on my head.

like words i'd rather not hear,

in my head they fade into the distance,

and soon all i hear is your footsteps,

walking softly,

telling me where to go,

where to go so i can spend just one more day,

trying to make you smile.

Tiny Dots

walking through your cheeks,
across the flood lands,
making islands,
echoes like a train,
fading, into the distance,
constant, quiet, until they cross.

Tiny Dots

not too close,
never too far,
hard not to notice,
right here in my cheeks,
and im left wondering,
will they ever melt?

i need you to melt.

build-up

time... goes so slow
like freckles walking shoulders
elevators close so fast.
i never get off them.