half way trough:

sharing meaningless hours

like many others amongst us

there is no time to be circled by love

heads down, reaching our knees

and times of solid despair

opportunities pass by us

fast but never twice

jump.

you can't fall any lower

than your fear

half way through now -

streets with solid walls

where famished sounds walk by

we walk as two reckless souls

in quiet thoughts

it's when i hold your hand

and in absolute serenity tell you

if you get lost

i'll loose myself with you

we proceed, half naked

regardless of where we are.

the perimeter or mistake:

it could be simple.

you wake. you die.

if only that

follows a series of forced 

and unforced errors

you lock your passions

and hide expectations

like an indian summer

you blossom secretly,

unsure if unnoticed 

and it carries on unmistakably 

days have different colours

but they all fade into the night

when, in a mute loneliness you know

ultimately, one has to face his own thought

in that perimeter

you suspend existence

until you wake up. you die.

hundreds of times more.  

longe (faraway):

ao longe vinham os pássaros

era tudo sépia num caminho estreito

o meu chapéu voou e agarrara-o a incerteza de um lugar

era de resto, tudo um pouco incerto,

a noite que caía para ficar

e a tua mão pálida e fria 

como um tecido resgatado ao oriente 

foi sem surpresa que se quebraram 

ambas as asas que nos permitiam voar 

e garantir o sustento da nossa ligação

da mesma forma partiram para sempre as tuas mãos 

que me tocavam por dentro

rompiam o medo 

e despedaçavam um corpo que fora teu

quando mais tarde te voltei a ver, 

tinhas o corpo de outra mulher

avistado - intermitente - à distância 

em longas estações de comboio

sabes, falta tudo.

there is no such a thing as a dead end:

life is your own fucking journey

no matter what else you do in the meantime

such as staring at the rain and interrupt your thoughts,

and inventing reasons to disguise the rotten smell of your guts

and pretend to yourself it is all part of the same plan,

creating whatever else you want to believe but you know it is not a delicate fragrance.

life is your journey

nobody else's

and especially not for anybody who simply wishes to weight on you

being dragged in the same meaningless conquest of existence,

as if by existing all the problems shall be solved

and dissolve you unquestionably.

it's you

decisions, the anti-corruption when you realize your involvement in a

frivolous murder that unfortunately will never happen

ambitions, of leaving your small apartment and check out the latest developments in what we cannot for a fact call civilization

realizing the majority of people speak to say nothing at all

ideas, instantly gone, exercising your own power of veto

and all the hatred sometimes confused with

sorrow,

shame, why not

so then you see all your personal politics involved in the construction of this

illusion.

stop.

you may choose to be real.

please: hesitate less. enjoy your journey - I whisper to myself.

remains today  

i´m feeling fine in my solitude

for as long as they leave us a few films to watch, some beers to drink

this should be enough to keep me from thinking too much

the silly idea of death, the abyss of emptiness

i take a glimpse outside, all around there's beauty

so why can i not blend in, roll around in the grass

allow nature to take control for a change

i wonder why the human being wishes and believes in control 

all these ideas should be enough, at least for today, i imagine…

wait. if i imagine i´m thinking too much again

and there´s no way the spirit will wander through different lands like wise

however, if instead i hope, then will obtain purely nothing

hope is as vain as life

and what happens if i don't think, expect nothing from everywhere

and breathe, a long deep breath of stillness

perhaps that way, i'll simply feel

possibly freedom in my own traps

but there you go... i'm thinking again…

writing to you what the reason tells me

and where is the heart if not in the middle of all...

could i order another beer and just feel the breeze again, please.

you have to be polite in this world you know

i better worry though, summer's almost gone,

yet, we should enjoy the winter as well, but we're too busy wanting something else,

and there goes courtesy amongst people -

the flirtation with a beautiful mouth

… or a warm pair of eyes that suddenly sat next to our table;

i tell you, i must give up all this because i'm not feeling much again

truly, i'm not anywhere

is it tears wanting to roll on my hands or is it autumn already...

oh well, wouldn't be wonderful if we all became living beings again

    ricardo v pereira >    >