Prosa em teu jeito, numa poesia enroscada

Fazes parte de mim,  Extensão do meu coração. Arranco-te parcialmente do peito Quando me largas a mão, E te afastas no teu caminho solitário.

Gosto de te ter a meu lado Perder-me em ti O dia ser noite A noite ser dia Deixarmos o relógio parado.

Gosto de me esconder no peito amado, onde bate um coração tão igual ao meu, em pleno amanhecer;

Deixar-me sonhar num sonho acordado, numa música inacabada, sem inicio, sem fim, sem parar de tocar.

És bom de amar, És bom de querer, Serás para nunca esquecer, Para nunca deixar, 

Serás o eterno amor, a paixão nunca esquecida, a vida que sempre quis viver.

O beijo

Vivo no teu beijo.
Sou, no tocar dos nossos lábios,
No tocar do meu peito nu no teu peito descoberto.
Respiro pelo coração.
Sinto o teu cheiro e quero viver,
Vivo cega, de sensações.
Fecho os meus olhos mas continuo a ver-te,
as minhas mãos percorrem-te,
já te conhecem tão bem.
Sugo-te o amor que me tens
E me entrego
para me devorares para teu prazer.
Fosse só no beijo em que me deixo...
Fosse só no corpo em que me perco...
Mas é o coração que mais me atrai.

"The Great Fires", Jack Gilbert

"Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
What is not love provokes it.
What is not love quenches it.
Love lays hold of everything we know.
The passions which are called love
also change everything to a newness
at first. Passion is clearly the path
but does not bring us to love.
It opens the castle of our spirit
so that we might find the love which is
a mystery hidden there.
Love is one of many great fires.
Passion is a fire made of many woods,
each of which gives off its special odor
so we can know the many kinds
that are not love. Passion is the paper
and twigs that kindle the flames
but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes
because it tries to be love.
Love is eaten away by appetite.
Love does not last, but it is different
from the passions that do not last.
Love lasts by not lasting.
Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire
for his sins. Love allows us to walk
in the sweet music of our particular heart.

"Bluebird", Charles Bukowski

"there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?"

"The Poem I Didn’t Write", Raymond Carver

"Here is the poem I was going to write
earlier, but didn’t
because I heard you stirring.
I was thinking again
about that first morning in Zurich.
How we woke up before sunrise.
Disoriented for a minute. But going
out onto the balcony that looked down
over the river, and the old part of the city.
And simply standing there, speechless.
Nude. Watching the sky lighten.
So thrilled and happy. As if
we’d been put there
just at that moment."

De lírios

E se aprisionasse minha alma

Onde não a pudésseis ver,

ou tocar

E se a soprasse ao vento

Dentro da sua gaiola com asas

e a vísseis desaparecer

no infinito.

Qual melhor fado ela teria?

Que fado teríeis vós também

Que fado grotesco

oriundo de um canto do Inferno

Como Dante anteviu.

Seríeis vós feliz

Sem alma pertencente a vós

Como a minha, fiel.

Mas minha alma não pertence a este plano 

Não mais.

Não, quando se encontra

com vós.

E o meu peito extravasa...

Amor.

“As I Walked Out One Evening"

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
“Love has no ending.
“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
“I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
“The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.”
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
“O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
“In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
“In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
“Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver’s brilliant bow.
“O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you’ve missed.
“The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
“Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
“O look, look in the mirror?
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
“O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.”
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

W. H. AUDEN

Milkshakes

"Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like two branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?"

#Before Sunrise