ouch!

dreams will rough you up and the chase will bleed you dry,
lone you up and put you down.

and there's not much more i can say, unfortunately...
for its not fortune that dictates my steps,
it is hunger, thirst, and a blind love for whats yet to come.

nightcap

finishing a night's cap
of red and ashes on myself
i drink some tunes and wonders
of what happens now

yes i still slowly wisper sure poems
of slight fears on closing mornings
of delusional hopes and waits
of nothings to come...

yes im finishing tonights cap,
but what about tomorrow?

will i still?

daybreak reflections

whispering daybreak, leaves of autumns to come, i'm as sure as you are
of those things uncertain, of memories and hope, of trust and despair...
of why and what and who, of things of here and there, of nowhere to be found.
daybreak smooth lament, you know it just as well as i do.

gosto

de viajar
dentro e fora
de cheirar o odor a vida que corre invisivel
pelos trilhos que decido tomar
dessa felicidade levitante
que e de olhar para os pes e ve-los poisados
consecutivamente
em sitios distantes de tudo reconhecivel
e do proximo passo
que noutras argilas os hao-de deixar.

where?

everywhere nightcrawlers and slick subterfuges...
everywhere hungry for petty drops of personality...

where is everything else to be found?