Wednesday, 23 September 2009


You ask me: Why do we live?
And honestly, I really do not care.
Each of us dresses our own cape,
but to this World, we are born bare.

Some have tried the cloak of glory
Some have dressed the face of shame,
Some have died, but live forever,
while others lived without a name.

You ask me: Why do we live?
And honestly, it really does not matter.
Each of us has his own convictions,
but in this World, they often shatter.

Some have dared to reach the sky.
Some have stood strong on their own ground.
Some have swam beyond their dreams,
while other dreams were being drowned.

What really matters is not why we live our life.
It is how we live our why.
What really matters is to make the seconds count,
while time is passing by.

Photograph by Amorph
"Life and Death"

Sunday, 20 September 2009

You & I

I need you so much it burns from within.
You are the point where I begin...

Begin to feel and cease to be.
You are the blood that runs in me.

And bleed I do when we are apart,
until no blood flows through my heart.

I love you so much that words seem vain.
You are my sun under the rain...

Rain it may for endless days.
You are the answer to all my prays.

And prey I shall with all my might,
until my dark becomes our light.

I hate you so much it makes me mad.
You give me hope when I am sad...

Sad I feel when your eyes don’t smile.
You give me breath for that extra mile.

And mile by mile I will run,
until you shine again my sun

Photograph by Mesh2
"My Love Burns for You"

Sunday, 13 September 2009

With you by my side

I am struggling with my fears,
for all those many nears,

that I’ve seen too many times before.

But with you by my side,
together we will ride,

so my fears may fade away once more.

I am hiding from reality,
for I do not require gravity,
to take my wings away.

But with you by my side,
I will stand strong and face the tide,
so my reality can become our day-to-day.

I am sheltering my heart,
for it has been torn apart,
and I can no longer withstand this painful sorrow.

But with you by my side,
I will challenge my own pride,
so that this broken heart can love again tomorrow

Photograph by Auro
Zero Gravity

Thursday, 10 September 2009

A Essência de Ser

Ser ou não ser não e a questão.
O facto de eu ser não e uma opção.

Escolhido para existir de forma distorcida sem contexto temporal,
a minha realidade e omitida pela supremacia do banal.

Existo no âmbito de uma estagnação populacional.
A minha visão da realidade torna este mundo irreal.

Perdido numa existência que não consigo explicar,
procuro alguém que consiga ouvir a minha alma a gritar...

Busco um significado omitido na essência do ser.
Porem, esta busca frustrada não me permite viver.

Certezas? São poucas, alias, só tenho uma:
A minha existência não pode ser justificada por razão alguma.

Se ser implica conhecimento, considerem-me um Deus,
pois eu existo de todas as formas, para crentes e ateus.

Ilustration by Josephine Wall
Child Universe

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Monday, 7 September 2009

There is something in the way…

There is something in the way you look at me,
a tenderness that no one else can see.

There is something in the way you look around,
you make me keep my feet down on the ground.

There is something in the way you sketch your smile,
that makes the pain of living seem worthwhile.

There is something in the way you hold my hand,
it seems as if I am sinking in the sand.

There is something in the way your eyes can shine,
if only these eyes I see, they could be mine.

There is something in the way your voice is heard,
I hear the gentle singing of a bird.

There is something in the way you say my name,
I hear it everyday, but it’s not the same.

There is something in the way when we are apart,
I feel an empty feeling in my heart...

Saturday, 5 September 2009


Gaze at the sky
and find the sun.
Strive to fly,
but simply run.

Fight the tide
and find my way.
Search inside,
but drift away.

Seek to find
and look around.
Know I am blind,
but can be found.

Try to reach
and fail to hold.
Do not teach,
but wont be told.

Make an effort
and fail to succeed.
Refuse support,
but its all I need.

Open my eyes
and cannot see.
Do exist,
but cease to be.


It’s how I’ve always been,
it’s how I choose to be.

I am just another wave,
drifting through the sea.

One day I’ll find a place,
that I can call my own...

But until that day arrives,
I will never have a home.

It may be sad to you,
but it’s not sad to me...

I’ve broken all the chains,
this choice has set me free!

Friday, 4 September 2009

Mysterious Obsession

I know you like the palm of my hand.
I can read your eyes; I can spell your smile.
Call it a mysterious obsession,
a simple lack of possession...

but it surpasses the boundaries of your imagination.
It’s the encounter of two souls in a universe of time...
With unlimited equations and solutions,
a pattern of diverging distributions...

That can only equate when two becomes one.
But as much as I add, in our case its none.

Destiny has chosen to tell this tale in its own way.
But believe it or not, me and you will equate someday.