Thursday, November 15, 2007

Clouds

Cloud hair,
Girl with the cloud hair,
Swing, swing, in the swing of yours
The clouds surround you
like dust from running horses,
Swing, swing, in that swing of yours,
The bright blue skies,
that embrace your play,
Make us cry, just to rush your sway,
Spin, Spin, cloud hair girl,
In that innocent melodic swirl,
Swing, swing, to light up the wind!
Maybe if you are fast enough,
You can fly with one wing...
Swing, swing, cloud hair girl!
Don't look behind,
Don't ever fall,
Our we loose our skies,
And you ruin it all...
Swing swing, big eyed girl,
With your swing
the world keeps the swirl.

Avalon

Night falls in blueberry tones
Avalon, Avalon...
Have we ever heard your song?
Avalon, Avalon...
Did we ever listened to?
Did we ever remained quietly enough?
Were we ever brave enough...
To look inside,
To gaze within,
To the fortress that we build?
Where we ever true enough?
Avalon, Avalon...
To look inside and see it all...
Avalon, Avalon,
The promised land to clean it all,
To wash away the scars of faith,
To wave our pale dusty ghosts goodbye,
Avalon, Avalon...
we question with sad eyes,
gazing up into the skies,
Can you really hold our cry?
Avalon, Avalon...
Will we be able to hear your song?
Stepping out of the nightshades
and twilight,
will we be able to find our home
into the daylight?

Neverland

And her hair still exhales
that scent of an endless Autumn
One where he never left,
One when he stayed with her
To feel the kisses of the sun
The Autumn where they became one
Where he sang soft melodies
with his lips close to her hear,
while she felt his breath,
In their golden bed,
covered by the silk sheets
of Neverland...

Give me wings

Would that I had wings such as yours
that I could fly unto that realm wherein you dwell,
that realm of you alone, with the scent of roses
that you keep hidden from me...
Do your scars still hurt when I fondle them?
I long for your smile,
and for your hidden glance
Would that you give me sugar wings
that I could fly with you?
unto that realm of you alone...
Where you could share your hiding places and treasures

...and where we'd find that we would never die, as we die
within each other...

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Under the deepness of the seas,
Sirens cry their melodies...
Sisters of night,
they sink the ones less bright
Over impossible destinies
that sailors seek
They just look for whom to peek,
While the white horses
roam into waves,
Sirens come to the surface,
To lure their preys,
With sadness and hope,
dwelling in their
big blue eyes,
They promise love,
under the ceiling of twilight.

Golden Autumn

Its Autumn now,
the golden leafs fall softly,
hoving melodically in the pleasant breeze,
i look up and over the treetop,
Sunbeams descend to caress my cold face.
The forest around me just whisper silence and peace,
Calm to a confused heart.
The foliage that covers the ground
forms a promising bed.
I gaze at it, thinking that I could lay there forever.
Just hearing the silence and being bathed by the sun,
Nurishing dreams of a fledging love from the East...
With eyes closed I breathe the air around me,
the smell of earth, trees and flowers,
wich name I just don't know...
I run trough every daring dream,
wishing that one day it might come true,
Wishing I can notice the blessings and seize them.
I open my eyes.
The forest continues the same,
but I'm diferent.
I take my backpack and continue my journey.
Aceno um lenço com pó de ouro ao vento
Num triste e melancólico adeus
Entre as folhas de Outono que caem...
O calor do Verão ardeu meu coração,
e a leve briza Outonal levou as suas cinzas para longe.
Calmos Lagos me esperam,
para onde deslizam as minhas lágrimas,
Os meus olhos ambarinos fixam o horizonte,
Sinto o sol aquecer-me a pele mas ansioso por partir.
A barca espera-me ao largo,
como um doce conforto.
Com um amor fatal ainda nos olhos,
alertos como pássaros da noite,
aceno um triste adeus
e murmuro uma simples melodia
Para o fim dos momentos dourados,
girando na roda da vida.
Mordo frutos frescos,
deixando o sumo encarnado
escorrer por meu pescoço,
Saboreio pensando no que quero ter.
Como se a doçura do fruto
te atraísse para mim,
e num rasgo de paixão,
viesses sugar o sumo,
nos meus lábios de cetim.

Golden Cage

Since I met you
I drink from the God's wine,
One that leaves me tipsy,
with scarlet tones...
I drink on free will,
dwelling more and more
trough the spiral created
inside my glass,
I dwell to find torture and pleasure,
to feel rage and passion,
torment and peace.
Locked in a golden cage without a key,
out of space and time,
Where every little word,
Where every little sound,
Where every little scent,
Where every little touch,
Echoes in eternity,
Where your image
dances clearly in front of my eyes.

Palácio/palace

O nosso palácio é
a nossa mente e coração
que ouvimos quando o vento passa
O nosso palácio está envolto
em estrelas e em silêncio,
e o amor inunda os espaços.

Our Palace is our mind and heart,
that we hear when the wind breathes,
Our palace is surrounded
by stars and silence,
and the love fills all the spaces.
Coração azul, ninfa sumida
És tu em rosa renascida
Música triste, pérola que rebola
Nos meus dedos,
Brilho fugidio, coração de leão
Voa com as tuas asas,
Para um novo amanhecer
e uma velha escuridão
Olhas em azul, asas brancas
Olhas para terras longínquas
Olhas para as tuas esperanças
Viajo no teu dorso
E abraço as costas macias
Quando dispo o lençol de ternura
Que nelas existe,
Em ti e por ti...
Neon da grande cidade,
Anoitecer das grutas,
Lua nova, Lua cheia, sol de Icaro
Que me fazes voar
Para onde ainda não sonhei,
Para o azul cerrado do amanhã
Fechado perante nós e nossos olhos...
Por ti eu vou...

Olhos

Olhos,
são teus olhos de madrugada
quando acordas,
olhos,
são teus olhos no horizonte,
quando te questionas,
olhos,
são teus olhos de noite cerrada,
quando imploras um beijo,
olhos,
os teus olhos
são dois cristais puros
a reflectir a aurora.

Eyes,
are your eyes of morning,
when you wake up,
eyes,
are you eyes over the horizon,
when your question yourself,
eyes,
are your eyes of closed night,
when you beg for a kiss,
eyes,
your eyes are two pure cristals
reflecting the dawn.

Awakening

Over the bridges of my world
Where we watch the Northern lights
And born into the sun
We cross the black curtain to the other side
Walking over the ethereal bridges
That connect our world

The burning horizon is left at our back
In front of us a long invisible way
We walk together, hand by hand,
The flame burning inside us
With daring starsteps
We wake up for a new dawn.

Scent box

I wish I had this magical box
to make certain smells last forever
To be able to breathe
that scent of yours completly!
I want a little box,
To preserve all the world scents,
that each passing day
flew over our skin...
The essence of people,
some more sweeter,
some more bitter,
A box guarded by butterflies
to lock your fragrance within,
for me to get lost in
Once the night arrives.

Chuva

Sob a chuva
sei que te quero,
banhado em estrelas imensas,
Imaginando planetas
que giram à tua volta,
numa órbita secreta
Sei que te quero,
Sob a chuva
Observo o teu rosto
e pele molhada,
lábios macios e carnudos,
olhos de noite apagada
em ternura amarrotada,
Vejo-te a dançar
dentro do sistema lunar,
acarinhado por roupa molhada...

Enquanto a chuva cai,
nascem lágrimas nos teus olhos doces,
E tu vives de sonhar,
enquanto eu me afundo..
Nas lágrimas do teu olhar.

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Under the rain
I know I want you,
Bathed by endless starlight,
Planets surround you
in a secret orbit
I know I want you
Under the rain
And under the moonlight
I observe your face
and naked skin,
your soft lips
and eyes of endless night
in vanished tenderness,
Between the stars and the twilight,
I see you dancing and spinning
in your wet clothes
Obeying to your lunar system,

And as the rain falls,
to meet the wet grounds,
Tears born from your sweet eyes,
And you dwell the night,
as I dwell
in the tears of your sight.

Despertar

Olhos saudosos observam o horizonte
através de uma janela azul.
A cascata de cabelos dourados
é entrançada por mãos de seda,
Demorando-se em sonhos distantes
Pelo Outono pintados.
O mundo é invadido pelo canto
de aves com cores vibrantes
nas ilhas brilhantes do despertar.
entre lábios tenros de coral
procurando o toque do transparente mar
navega a melodia da aurora matinal.