"Sweet And Stupid Demon"

Can't you see the love
When it is right here
Waiting for you?
Can't you smell the scent
When it is everywhere
Getting inside of your lungs?
Can't you feel the pain
When it is so strong
Cutting deeper and deeper?
Why are you so dumb, my dear
Why are you so blind, my demon
Why are you so stupid...
Let me blame you
I am already blaming you
For all the despair in my soul
You're so guilty, my darling
For everything and more
You just destroy it all
The things you touch
Are just a little dust right now
Can't you see the happiness
The lust and the pleasure?
Can't you see the desires
And the wrong advises I've taken?
Can't you see the pills
And the poison I'm drinking?
I'm here, just staring at the wall
Hoping it can somehow morph into you
And then I can dissolve my love
Just like a sugar cube.

"Mirrored Image"

This is not another poem
About the misogynous pleasure
That you feel denying me
Simple kind of blood lotus
A stoned mind and a sensitive heart
Ignored sadness deep down in
The obscure sea of reason
Lusting after yourself
Forget the code inside of you
Peel me an apple I got no
Knife, that's your hands
Cut me, cut me again
Then I can say that I´m
Starving for blood
I have this crave for nothing
For a dead mirrored image
You´re a mirrored image of
My perfect love, my soulmate
Act, pretend, pretend you're mine
I got nothing to lose,
So let me feel fine.

You, you feel so free to bring me down
I'll give you a "grand finalle", dear
You don't care about me; but you do
Care about my bad side
But
You *do* want to tell everyone about
What I don't know how to do
When I don't know what to think
That's when you are happy
It makes you laugh, makes me cry
It's makes you better, then
You can feel your stupid pride.
Dedicated to .... (insert a name here, Ana!)

"Meu querido, meu amado, em momento algum pensastes em tua serva?
Morrestes de repente atirando à lama toda a minha vã esperança
Choro agora sobre teu túmulo, desgraçada que estou para o sempre
Não lembrastes de mim, que através dos séculos te espero?
Meu amante, meu amigo, a lápide fria que te guarda eu beijo
Ansiando assim ressucitar-te ainda de alguma forma ilusória
As lágrimas imundas que por ti derramo, bebe todas elas! Bebe!
Que na saciedade da minha tristeza repousa a tua lembrança."

Dedicada ao incomparável poeta, Alváres de Azevedo

"Dying Wish"

I'm all alone tonight
I know I'm going away
There's no reason to stay
You'll be my last sight
Could I ask you something
Like a pray from the sick
This will be my last breath
Before the flame is gone
My very special dying wish
I just wanted to see you
Under the palid light
That the moon is giving us
Would you hear this whisper
I'm not strong enough to yell
I feel like yelling, but no
I got no hopes
There's no secret goal
I just wish I could hear
A voice from an angel
Paradise would be with me
Peace of mind, peace of soul
To the last minutes I own
I'm still waiting
Dreaming with you again
Your picture is dusty
I kiss it anyway
With these uncolored lips
There's no blood in my veins
And no fuel in my heart
It looks like I'll be waiting
Forever and more
Check out my funeral
You wouldn't lost that
My hands can't write a word
My lips are closed
I feel that I'll be waiting
And you'll never come
You are always late
When you arrive
I'll be dead and gone
Then you'll read
This unfinished poem.

"Medo"

E as borboletas pousam confusas nas páginas amareladas de um livro
Se arrastam como cobras
Que choram nas areias do deserto que não mais serão sangue como antes.
E despenca a manhã triste de agosto, pálida como poderia ser
As gotas de orvalho escorrem pelas mãos dos incansáveis vigilantes
Atentos para o medo que sente quem não sente amor.