Biography of Paulo Ramos
Paulo Ramos Poems
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,
O sabor das palavras Permanece no hálito De quem as pronuncia.
Quero que as borboletas sejam livres para ir aonde quiserem. Amo a tudo, sem distinção momentânea ou diária...
I Dream Other Dreams
tell me then what to do to the pieces the shards, the remains not swept away by the wind,
Love, so blind! This hairknot.
There is a sound of the sea In the curves of your shoulders In the pits of your collarbone Ships, seagulls and screams.
Do not fall On me the Icarus
Your Kiss is an addiction. Your kiss is the sign of all my sins. It is the food
Loved a body uncertain Like who smells winters
I Composed songs with no rhythm waiting for you to listen the brown of my eyes...
I have no spells but I got some sortilege in the tears of joy that my eyes spill
Heal In Hell
Gods of heaven or sea Angels on earth or in hell Demons attached to the skin
Echoes of laughter, Echoes of fear. All recalled no one, Again.
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
Echoes of laughter,
Echoes of fear.
All recalled no one,
Tears of happiness,
Cries of grief.
Everything comes up again
Sounds and noises,
Melody and music.
Nothing will shape
To anything again.
Paulo Ramos - Trofa - Portugal - 18.07.2007