Manifesto

Em magistrados olhares de repulsa de inconscientes

Vagas memórias me percorrem a torturada mente

De tempos em que detinha o meu contentamento 

Com algo frágil de dias contados e assombrados por um irrefutável momento.

Só e quebrado encontrarão um pérfido ser

De pouca força e muita lástima,

Com objectivos quebrados e sonhos cedidos sem querer.

De uma existência invisível, ignorada e repugnada.

Nada mais há fazer, que se saiba.

Localizado num beco existencialista sem passagem possível

Ele definha-se gradual e pateticamente, com alma intransponível.

Nada há mais a fazer, que se saiba. 

Negrume da Mente

Em insanos mares negros me envolto

E contorno todas as luzes,

Escondendo-me na sombra e tumulto

E inútil transpareço, sem luzes.

Depravado destino de passividade,

Ópio da minha vontade,

Medo de avançar e agarrar

Tudo o que é meu por direito,

Mas deixo tudo afastar.

Piedade nao sinto, por mim próprio.

Sou o culpado desta pestilenta armadura monótona

Sem qualquer uso prestável e sóbrio,

Apenas deixo tudo partir à roda.

Meu maior medo, neste momento,

É que a minha monotonia te afaste

E que partas bem cedo.

Medo possuo que a cada dia que passar

Penses de mim o mesmo.

Inutilidade é o que me marca

Sem nada em mim te marcar.

Meus dias tornar-se-ão negros,

Sem sentido e sem claridade,

Com apenas os nossos momentos

A iluminarem a minha passagem de idade,

Mesmo que a cada momento

O negrume invada, implacavelmente,

A cansada e inútil mente.

Hipnóse

No momento em que aparece a sua imagem

Fecho os meus olhos e atravesso o rio

Para a sua margem.

Não quero estar longe, nem um fio

Estou pronto para a viagem.

Não saberei o que fazer, quando acabar,

Quando chegar à foz e partir pró alto-mar

Nada acontecerá,

Nem o nosso "tudo",

O meu coração irá pesar como luto.

É uma hipnóse profunda,

Um transe intenso.

Não sei o que pensar,

Contudo, já não penso,

Quando tal retrato de perfeição contemplo.

Heavenly Gates (incompleto)

Take my hand and watch how this world is coming to an end.

March around the waters and hear them scream

All of them stuck in a mischievous cage,

Full of their earthly bones and skin.

While walking to the light I have no mortal face

And all will accure before you wil be gone.

 

Our mighty suns that rule us

All above our eyes,

They make us raise all of our frail shamefull arms

Telling stories of painfull death and horrible untrust,

Talk to us until we all just drop dead

Trhough a carbon spiders web.

We're all just starblind.

We're the ones who left us behind in a solar system of untrust

We forget, in the midle of cosmic sand, our uncouraged might.

We can kill all those gods tonight.

Shall we let them turn us into rust?

Shall we turn out all these mighty suns?

Shall we find ourselves our gold?

Shall we find all the stories to unfold?

Should we try to understand an stop believing

We'll feel this horrible pain again

We'll remind the reaching of our decay, especting it very soon.

All we need to think is

Shall we choose a life to live

Or one that's left to lose?

Raise your arms aigainst all the mighty suns

Fight together all of our total unstrust

Maybe we'll be gone before

W end all these disgusting wars.

Might we lend our trust

Might we kill our bloody chance

Might we turn our fous in a hideous bloody pulp of rust

Might we defende ourselves from your citizens of death.

Live along those who fought for your wonderful  chance

To live a life without all the mischiveous dead.

If you start to defender your Christ

Everything in you is gone

You will clearly be condamned in spite to just die alone

All you is to not feel that horrible pain again

You've lost your choice of a life to live

Or one that's left to lose.

(Inspirado na canção "Starblind", do album Final Frontier da banda Iron Maiden. Alguns excertos da canção foram usados e adaptados para reforçar a ideia do poema e também para prestar uma pequena homenagem à banda.)

Written Murders

The pages in my mind are folded,
Unreadeble to others.
I got my book and murdered
The ones who made me stutter.

The pen is my weapon.
It cuts its way in the blanc surface
As a great white shark attacks it prey, with fashion.
Words pour as blood on the whit paper, creating a maze.

No one to describe
The feelings that fall on my book.
The pain is relieved in every letter I write,
And I look at them as if I, at my victims, take a look.

The bullets ended,
My wrath temporarily disappears.
I lay down my book
And try to sleep quietly as their faces silently appear...

Walk Day By Day

Walk away

Live your dream that lies in your eyes.

Bleed you strings

And sing the most beautiful lullaby.

All in me

Is trashed down into the open sea

I walk through

I don't know where, in this world, lies the truth.

I walk day by day

With my consincious slipping away.

I walk day by day

With even less to say.

All my moments

Are reflected in my eyes.

All my tears

Have drowned me for all these years.

Without much to wait

All of the things unsaid.

Must I look for peace?

I haven't lived with any ease.

I walk day by day

With my conscious slipping away.

I must walk day by day

Even with less to say.

Sigh During Dawn

Have I the chance to meet the supernatural?

As much as could in my life,

Now I did find your grace.

No other grin enchants as much, nor face.

All this time without someone like you, I find it a waste...

Have I had the chance to meet the divine and supernatural?

Counting the days

Of my core's demise

Nothing will change our fate.

Late in the night, I sigh and write.

Empty rooms and cold spirits of my past invade my heart...

Yet, I hope and wait...