I beheaded a poem
For you... my rhyme
I cleaned its insides
I took off its eyes
...
What if I scream what if I say that I want just
To Scream what if I ask you to let me only scream
What If I shout to ask you to let me just
Shout and ask to take what I want that is
...
Gods of heaven or sea
Angels on earth or in hell
Demons attached to the skin
...
I have no spells
but I got some sortilege
in the tears of joy
that my eyes spill
...
I Composed songs
with no rhythm
waiting for you to listen
the brown of my eyes...
...
Your Kiss is an addiction.
Your kiss is the sign
of all my sins.
It is the food
...
There is a sound of the sea
In the curves of your shoulders
In the pits of your collarbone
Ships, seagulls and screams.
...
tell me then
what to do to the pieces
the shards, the remains
not swept away by the wind,
...
Quero que as borboletas sejam livres para ir aonde quiserem.
Amo a tudo, sem distinção momentânea ou diária...
...
Ao fundo uma flauta que não se ouve,
Um som que nada ecoa ou reverbera.
Ao fundo a voz que retorna em vómito,
Que treme cordas que, maré-alta,
...
Art History Professor Post-modern Art Researcher 46 Y.O. Gay Engaged Man Painter Poet Happy...)
Beheaded Poem
I beheaded a poem
For you... my rhyme
I cleaned its insides
I took off its eyes
For not having to bear
The humidity of the tears
I blew the letters up...
I threw the letters down
I washed the poem clean
I've let the scales dry
So I could do a helmet
To avoid beheading...
Paulo Ramos - Trofa - Portugal - 18.07.2005