#vybpoetry

source I Wonder, Why the heart is so lonely? Sometimes in some evening, Even being among the crowd, Does something else alone. And all this sees the moon, But still keeps silence, Why not become, Paperweight

source It is said very often that, there can never be a mix of fire and water, shown it to lie have I listen, to be with you this strong ecstasy, Beyond all equations, And ignorant of, any chemical or

source The shadows of the trees in the cemetery, They seem ghostly when I go to meet, of the grave with your remains, according to my criteria Seeing the withered flowers crying inside. The tombstone of

source The noise of silence that these looks bring that they talk to me tell me the truth of love, Your eyes are the voice of your heart in love that just when looking at them pronounce words, silent that

source I think, again and again, And I think ... What am I going to do? I'm here, prisoner of love. I'm tied in my room, I can not find the solution, I'm getting lost a while between two, without knowing

source Let's sit in the shadow of this age, Life is locked in my draw, And the clock is roaming, One age is loaded with clouds, Bend a little on my window, Sleeping from the night sheet, And the mind is

source I have forgotten so many things that I no longer remember my name, yesterday I searched in the mirror And I almost fell into the dark precipice of my own reflection. Never thought I would be there,

source I do not want lies that come from you, Throughout our lives. I want that sincerity that characterizes you, If you think it's something strong, Do not shut up my life, I will understand it and I

source If creativity fails me, and the laziness takes me, It does not have anyone, Nobody more than my person. No mood of solar sadness, or without encouragement at all, I just ride because I can, When

Esse é o primeiro poema do livro em que estou trabalhando: Está forte o café, forte como havia de ser neste dia com delicada atitude, servindo àquilo para que é necessário um fundamento, tanto às emoções

source I still do not know what happened to me, The anguish blocked my reason, In despair total my mind fled, I escaped from everything to a world, leaving you on the side, I forgot That you were always

source By contemplating the garden, of the beautiful blossom, I arise you, like pink beloved Apparently to jasmine. In fragrance there is endless, of risks in freshness, where your huge beauty It adorns

source Is not luck a badness What happens in my despair? Love you how I love you And without the right to have you. This to love you Without constant hope at a different moment I frustrate and decons it.

Fecho os olhos, os mantenho assim, deixando a tintura entorpecente azulada tomar conta das cores do mundo, fora de minhas pálpebras... o som da água parece bem mais alto e, antes de cair sobre nossas peles,

Os cofres estão todos vazios e as gavetas estão também... mas o jardim floresce rubro e cintilante sob a chuva quente os cravos-de-defunto desabrocham, rapidamente, eu sinto o cheiro subindo até a janela.

source How do you have to reproach myself that I walked away from you, If I tried many times to go through the scales, To have your love and I did not get it, Well, when I searched for you, did you cut

source Oh! Boy, you start to face existence, Hey well these tips I give you today with sapience. First, you must know that in this life there are patterns For which you must regress Applying the values.

Ainda há tanto em volta ainda há tanto em cima ainda há tanto embaixo mas agora eu apenas gosto dos seus olhos. Ainda há tanto no passado e ainda há tanto no futuro, que ainda não há e haverá mas agora