lundi 25 avril 2011


Aproximamo-nos do Outono,
que se adensa em casos comportamentais,
as árvores preparam-se para o sono,
para se resguardarem dos vendavais.

O caminho de terra trilhado,
sob as folhas dos plátanos,
que nos enlaça disfarçado
duma chuva dourada de presságios.

Corredor oblongo que demora
muito tempo a atravessá-lo,
talvez D. Sebastião venha
tirar o peso que nunca foi tirado.

Época idilicamente enganadora
que me apresenta o Inverno,
simulado de beleza tentadora
traz-me um sorriso pouco sincero.

vendredi 15 avril 2011


Can a tattoo leave a wake of suspicion
roving in my mind,
maybe I'm surrounded by phony people,
a deception of the human kind.

Wandering in rubbles of dreams,
after a long walk I sat,
the problem is not knowing
where I'm looking at.

When I look to the puddle,
imagery appears in the reflection,
and when I'm convinced that's reality,
I'm completely full of deception.

mardi 12 avril 2011

Ishmael Beah

"My face tiled in rubbles
make my troubles visible,
result of my lamed fights,
became my life unfeasible.

Don't talk about my mojo,
if you don't like it,
it will chase you all the time,
if you don't stop it."

Child soldier Ishmael Beah,
who jumped to peace,
who let go the bullets,
to embrace world of freedom.

samedi 9 avril 2011

A Little Pretty Pocket-Book - Mother Goose

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.