quinta-feira, dezembro 04, 2014
I wasn't ready to say goodbye to you. Anne-Marie isn't around any more to give me a new set.
Then again, I wasn't ready for many a things.
Then again, I wasn't ready for many a things.
quinta-feira, abril 19, 2012
Tanto tempo de silêncio apenas para repetir que a espera pela sensação de não conseguir continua e até a supresa se dissipa e apenas resta o amor.
quinta-feira, agosto 04, 2011
I just had a flash, so clear, of our first kiss and the moments that preceded it...you pulling me to you, how warm your body was, and how it made me burn inside out.The way your lips touched mine, how sweet you tasted and how amazing it felt, south of my navel, to have you that close, kissing me. And then...thunder, lightning and showers of desire.
sábado, fevereiro 19, 2011
Como, como, como, digam-me como é que eu peridicamente me encontro nestes caos? Que coisa é esta que vive dentro de mim, que me acompanha?
quarta-feira, janeiro 12, 2011
I keep waiting for the "I can't take this" feeling. But it doesn't seem to arrive.
quarta-feira, novembro 10, 2010
It's the heat of July that keeps me pacing up and down, and now the pulse in my wrists. Sometimes I wonder if mankind has drifted off the evolutionary road and is blissfully on a collision route with a longed for Armageddon. It's the heat of July that makes me imagine you are not gone, just absent. That you'll climb through my bedroom window, staggering on the windowsill, and whisper my name.
I must warn you, sweet prince, my sleep is deep, and it will take more than a whisper. You'll have to try harder than that. Throw a rock against the glass of my ice skin. I promise you, it won't shatter it. Scream if you must, sweet prince, shout out, awaking the sleeping city and start the dreadful rumors that love and happiness tend to cause. Let their tongues roll out in sharp razor paths I'll blissfully ignore.
I am losing my mind here, sweet prince, with your inertia. Move me, before the stiffness of disillusion embraces me, leaving me white, still and dreamless. Hell! Drag me out of bed, down the stairs, don't let me pack, take me away surprised, confused, dazzled, bemused. But do it now, before nothing can be done.
25/06/2009
I must warn you, sweet prince, my sleep is deep, and it will take more than a whisper. You'll have to try harder than that. Throw a rock against the glass of my ice skin. I promise you, it won't shatter it. Scream if you must, sweet prince, shout out, awaking the sleeping city and start the dreadful rumors that love and happiness tend to cause. Let their tongues roll out in sharp razor paths I'll blissfully ignore.
I am losing my mind here, sweet prince, with your inertia. Move me, before the stiffness of disillusion embraces me, leaving me white, still and dreamless. Hell! Drag me out of bed, down the stairs, don't let me pack, take me away surprised, confused, dazzled, bemused. But do it now, before nothing can be done.
25/06/2009
segunda-feira, novembro 08, 2010
I could sit endlessly on hours just remembering your mouth, the touch of your lips , and your hand on my waist. I could smile until my cheekbones hurt, with the memories of our laughter, our joy. But above all, I could stare into your eyes, reflexion and origin of a vision, forever, and never feel old, tired or anything but blessed.
