Billions of years ago

When nothing existed in matter

Only the silence of the great nothingness.

Destiny met Chance.

From an impossible kiss

Antimatter saw the material.

From the glow of the elektro

In gold and silver

The universe came into being.

Regarding the case of sunset

The first clock turned.

Because before, I had nothing.

After the kiss...

Everything came together.

Which clock turned?

The world was made

The large hand pointed to the dust.

From the dust I arose

And the stardust flew away.

"Pane e circum"
That's how the Empire was.
Some men were chosen,
salt was sprinkled on their bodies, and
"Live to die and die to live."

Gladiators fought.
Cries of euphoria echoed from the people, and
in the Colosseum,
blood flowed for bread.

Make your day worthwhile.

Call those you love.

Listen to what people have to say,

for we receive the greatest teachings

from where there is the most silence.

Dedicate yourself more to what you enjoy,

while it still loves you.

Meditate on the mandacaru cactus.

Night falls and a flower blooms

On that night, nothing will be so fragrant.

From sunset until its reappearance,

it will nourish souls and hearts.

Dawn breaks and

the last petal falls to the ground.

A lesson must be learned:

No one is eternal, love while you can.

I don’t just want to write a sentence.
Why write a sentence,
when I can set a poem to music?
I want to write about things from the past,
while laughing at the first rays of the future sun.

Why write loose phrases,
when I envision them forming books?
I want to express my joy to the world,
but poems aren’t well-received...
when they speak the truth.

I want to express in writing
what I think
, and repeat in my heart:
“I did more than I could have imagined.”

I don’t want to just write a sentence.
Why write a sentence,
If I can write music’s and poems?
I want to write about things in the past,
While I laugh at the first rays of the future sun.

Why write loose sentences,
Once I think about them forming books?
I want to write my joy to the world
However poetry’s aren’t well accepted...
When it speaks the truth.

I want to say whit lyrics
What I think
And I say in the heart
“I did more than I could imagine”.

Many hearts are broken by something so simple.

The length of days spent away from loved ones.

“It’s impossible to love from a distance.”

Kilometers, that’s what prevents it.

It’s not the distance that matters, but how much we love each other.

Are there no relations with the East in the West?

Don’t emails travel through servers in the other world?

A car made here in the Southern Hemisphere, isn’t it used in the Northern Hemisphere?

Why is loving from afar impossible?

Because you’re afraid to try and to love,

I’ll answer.

I was a child.

I was joking,

I fell, but with my head held high I ran.

Into my mother’s arms.

In my youth,

Among the trees behind the house,

I loved it and was rejected.

But your arms were still in pain...

Heartache in a storm of great fury within me.

Today, old and tired, I am

Remembering your eyes

Always saying

“I love you, my dear son.”

I was walking down a path
The fine grass I cut my foot.
I crouched
I picked up a stone
I played in the water
And made....
Pugum, pugum, pugum.

The roads aren’t ready for our love yet.

Knowing this saddens me.

Because you, even from afar, seem to be by my side.

I would start the billionaire revolution for your sake.

I would hold him in my arms.

It should be protected.

Next to mine

Heart

The side from which he wouldn’t let him leave and which would throb strongly.

They haven’t built roads for our love yet.

But we’ve already walked that path.

Every day we fight against our monsters.

However, we are afraid of those who are not yet born.

Just look around and you’ll see that we’re all on the same train.

Get off slowly at the next station.

Review the changes you’ve already made.

It will suffice to see that the world is too big not to be enjoyed.

There is a path I don’t want to return from.

I chose to walk through it without looking back.

Instead of wasting time on the absurdities of history,

I’m groping my way through the darkness in order to compose my happiness.

The fact is, I will never be the same again.

I made your arms my home.

I took refuge in them as I fled.

I’m running away.

I want to disappear into the waters.

Going beyond the sea

And not to return.

I climbed the banana tree.

To pick a bunch of grapes.

Hail the King of the Quinces!

Who gave you these tomatoes?

We smell each other's scents,
we embrace tighter.
Mine is your waist,
mine is your hair.

Spin, spin, in the air the whirls,
with each step we find our fate .
Spin, spin, in the fragrances of the heights,
to the rhythms of Mindelo.

To the sound of the Bollero.
I want
you to dance.

Dance,
child.
singing...

Yesterday, in the mirror,

He insisted on talking about things that had already been forgotten.

Not through persistence, but through

Pride, pure pride.

It was late,

I walked through the streets,

Before I loved you.

My reflection faded away, oblivious.

Amidst the lost nights.

Forgotten in pain

From the beating of the heart, a cooing sound.

Mera megera dos sons esfalera

When looking at the IMEI

Forgotten, reflecting the mark of the sea.

She lies bent over for hours spinning. She weaves here. She mends there.

He made this machine his life. On this wheel he created his family. And the ticking of the needle stitched himself together.

How many times have I seen tears well up in your eyes, slowly turning into cufflinks? Perhaps the most beautiful ever sewn on.

Take out the thread. Focus on the eye of the needle. Close your left eye. Wet the end of the thread, but just the very tip. Zap!, the thread will pass through in one go. Soon the ticking will begin again.

In the patchwork quilts, the crocheted embroidery, the satin ribbons, the finishing touches on the garments, your heart will race with every beat.

She girds her hips with the ruler and her hands with pins. She goes to take the measurements. She binds her tears in the clothes so that they may clothe not only the king, but the vagabond as well.

Do you remember the times we used to run through the fields and kiss? Well, I forgot the morning you left me.

That day, with the sun blazing down, I held you by the arm as we walked to the station. As we said goodbye, you told me:

‘Look at the corn, for when it sprouts and truly blossoms, I will return.’

I still wait for you to return, always at dusk, in the cornfield.

There are moments in life when desire and reason walk hand in hand, but which one to choose will determine its next sequences. Like a boat on calm waters about to face rapids, there are decisions that change the world.

Deciding whether or not to sail will, in some cases, bring us closer to reaching our common destination in the mountains. But what is this common destination? Everything we desire to do, but we must weigh the consequences. For now, this affects us so much, since we often forgo countless moments of pleasure in the name of binary patterns (right or wrong).

I renounce the pattern. I renounce being labeled. I renounce the calm, but let the storm come, for it is what makes us strong. No one learns anything in moments of calm, but rather under the rays of tempestuous waves.

Renounce the world and live as you wish, for life is unique and we will not live it again so soon. Why don’t we love more? Don’t we kiss more? Don’t we enjoy more what, in particular, we believe to be right?

I’ve already seen my reflection in your eyes,

Earlier on the bus

I decided to tell you who I was.

I simply tried to say it, but

I had no ears to hear,

He didn’t listen to me.

I live in a time where I know that everyone is watching me.

From the stars of the East to the setting moon, they watch over me.

His eyes keep watch over me all the time.

We bear the marks of this surveillance.

Out of sheer ignorance, offering everything with open hands.

Information provided willingly, without alterations.

I have my marks,

My codes,

My Identification Protocol,

Today I’m just another number...

Another series of hexadecimal codes.

Have you seen the skies today?
Have you observed the constellations of As and Quima?
Have you heard the sounds of the multiverse?

Just like Orion’s Belt,
it’s me,
pointing to the Southern Cross,
it’s me...

Guiding multitudes through a thirst for knowledge,
just as our System
heads towards Vega...

The pearl of the universe,
The Paraíba tourmaline of the galaxy,
Embedded in the ardor of solar gold.