quarta-feira, 23 de novembro de 2016


I feel my life is like a blur, someone tried to erase it but it kept coming back.

sexta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2016


The year passed me by
Like a buzz of a fly.
Tied ankles
And cracked angles
Pouring out of my brain
Like a chain into my vein
Begging to drain.

Whispers of angels
Lying of faces
A corridor of images
Pressing against my love cases.

South to North
North to South
A letter to the one who left
A letter to the one who found me,
Please find my heart theft.

Closed my eyes and dreamed
To what it seemed
A sea by the mountain
A monsters fountain
Breathing underwater
Seemed real,
A second of a fantasy feel.

Little I knew
Disease settled in.