sexta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2016

[ Instead of sleeping I'm writing poetry ] or [ Instead of sleeping I'm thinking about you ]

me and you
laying on the grass
on a colorful blanket
It's early summer
We are in love
(Besides it looks like to be forbidden somehow)

and then we have
that warm feeling from the sun
and the fresh feeling from the wind
and the quick clouds
I play my guitar
while you think about
basically everything
that is really not that important in life
and we are both touched
by all those
sweet but rebel music notes

When the song is over
the sun, the quick clouds
the fresh wind
and whatever is around
will witness
the most passionate kiss
I can dream about

terça-feira, 1 de novembro de 2016

[ 03-02-2016 ]

Abana a brasa
dormente, mas nunca fria
Abano a brasa
sem saber lidar com o fogo
Desejos piromaníacos,
amores incendiários
As chamas fortes
a comprometer as estruturas
que ao desabar
não se ouvirão estrupidos,
mas gemidos

[ Flame - Alexandr Bratukhin ]